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« Last post by Liam Davis on July 04, 2025, 11:58:11 PM »Orlando, Florida. Tuesday 1st July. (Off-Camera)
Today was a day where Liam was going to catch someone that's done a crime that was horrific, almost as if it was planned too easy. Before every crime the officers take out, they always have a meeting on which fellow criminals they want to tackle on. It was early in the evening when the meeting was taking place because the guy was known to be located in the evening. In fact, a lot of fellow officers wanted to help Liam tackle the guy down, but Liam said no, he'll do it all by himself and wants to do the interrogation all by himself as well. Which was a brave move from Liam, although the other officers didn't get why.
But once Liam explained the story of why he wanted to go out and tackle this crime by himself, it was completely understandable and they understood. The last location of the guy was at the Greenwood Cemetery, looking for a grave to what they assumed to destroy. Liam leaves the police station and heads in the police car to go out searching for the criminal as it was late at night.
Went to the last location of the criminal known as the tough man who they know consistently brags about the attempted murder of a kid's father that he tried to drown while the father was out, catching fish on the sea for the guy to try to dump the father's body at sea. Only it was discovered later on that the guy somehow survived.
But it was still for attempted murder and that was something they had to tackle down rather quickly before the guy was going to try and kill if not, murder more people from drowning at sea. So he rushed his police car all the way to Greenwood Cemetery, the last location of the male criminal who was built like to be a piece of shit that gathered attention by bragging, by being the biggest piece of shit in the world.
Liam got to the Greenwood Cemetery and got out of his car as he stands behind the fence as to not immediately spook him and he uses the binoculars with the picture of the criminal he wanted to get in front of him. He nodded his head, quietly speaking in his head.
Liam Davis: “There's that piece of shit.”
He was watching every move of the criminal as he puts the binoculars away and he jumps over the part of the wall where there's no graves around as the metal gate would cause too much noise and he had his handcuffs and the stick ready to stop this evil criminal that's done such sickening acts that he deserves to be stopped.
Liam hides behind a tree before he took a peek and it wasn't exactly what officers were saying, but close enough as Liam quickly got a small camera and filmed the criminal defacing the grave of the father from another child, one he did try to throw off at the sea a couple of weeks ago.
Suddenly, as soon as he was half way of the defacing the grave of a dead father, Liam rushed in and took the guy to the ground and shouts this.
Liam Davis: “You're under a arrest for attempted murders at sea and defacing a grave. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Come on, lets take you back to the police station for interrogation before we lock you up in bars.”
Liam then puts the guy in handcuffs and picks him up to take him straight into the car with placing a seatbelt on the guy before he closes the door and then gets into his side of the car and drives with the criminal in the back after reading the quotes. The guy was kicking and punching the cage of the car, knowing he did a smart thing before arresting the criminal as he ignores everything, even vile words that had been heard many times before. Liam was a tough nut that he was able to ignore everything. He aggressively stopped the car that he parked at the police station and got the guy out of the car with pure aggression and dragged him all the way to the interrogation room without hesitation.
He dragged him in the room with the other police officer, his brothers in arms took the handcuffs from the guy before he sat him down and they lock the doors as the cameras were already rolling and Liam looking at the fully tattooed guy with scruffy hair and a beard. He aggressively looks at the guy and starts asking questions.
Liam Davis: “Mr James Carter, I'm sure your aware of the damages you've tried to do over the past few weeks of trying to drown people's father's and defacing graves, right?”
James Carter: “With my own buddy who did the crime with me yes.”
Liam Davis: “Thank you for dropping in another name that we will also find ways of where the man is at. So tell me James, what was the purpose of trying to throw men who are fathers to their children to attempt drowning in the sea?”
James Carter: “The purpose is to be the biggest piece of shit of the world and I wanted to win a boxing championship belt so bad that I would do anything to get it.”
Liam got some of the answers and he wasn't satisfied with it and he knew anything that he'll say will go against him in court and he knew from speaking to the boxing promoter beforehand that he was going to make the claims as he says this.
Liam Davis: “From speaking to your boxing promoter, he didn't tell you to go and attempt a murder of drowning people's father's did he?”
James Carter: “He's lying because he did tell me to do just that.”
Liam Davis: “Or was it your friend who you refuse to name?”
James Carter: “I did it yes and my buddy did it, but I refuse for you to point me out as an enemy and I'm a real and legit person.”
Liam Davis: “You're indeed the enemy and as far as I'm concerned, you have shown zero remorse, zero abilities to give me a real reason why you've not only attempted murders which we've seen you do more than once as evidence given by many people that were on board a ship on that day. Tell me what your excuse was for doing those acts?”
It was clear as day that Liam almost swore because he was so angry at the guy for being a complete coward in his eyes and that's what it came down to, especially being a boxer as well and he knew the information about his boxing record as well. So the guy even though Liam really didn't want to hear what the guy was saying, but he had to for evidence.
James Carter: “Because I want to make a mark of being known as a criminal. I want to do these acts because I can and I will. My buddy Kevin Hawkes enjoyed the crime too. We love to make people suffer.”
Liam Davis: “Throwing defenceless men off the boat to drown them for no apparent reason when you couldn't even beat boxers in a fight makes you a coward and so does Kevin as well. You certainly making such stupid excuses for yourself and Kevin. It isn't looking in your favour too well, James Carter, especially I know you're a WBO amateur boxing champion right now that you will be stripped from.”
James Carter: “But I had to start from the bottom because I lost my WBC title and I left because I was in a family crisis situation.”
It was almost the very same story that reminded Liam way too much of the opponent he was facing and in a way, it was mocking his opponent, little did James know, but not his fault he couldn't compare his opponent to the situation here, only it was about the guy being a boxing champion than a wrestling champion.
Liam Davis: “I don't know if I believe you that happened all those years ago on you having a family crisis. I think you got knocked down so bad that your cowardly butt ran away because all that bragging you did in interviews in the past of you being the best boxer in the world with your ego got you done for.”
James Carter: “Well, if you were a boxer, wouldn't you develop an ego to brag about being the best in the world?”
Liam Davis: “No because it's subjective. You can rack up all those wins all you want, but yet, you chose to attack someone's father over words being said about you? Real boxers ignore and move on. There was no reason for you and your boxing buddy to do what you did. Especially defacing graves with bodily fluid of someone's father being dead from the boxing fight because you hate their sons so much?”
James Carter: “Because it makes me feel good about doing what I did and I don't give a shit what I or Kevin did. I enjoyed it, I enjoy making people suffer. Why should I beat some scrawny weak people when I can throw them off boats to drown them and piss on graves?”
Liam was shaking his head and he clearly needed time out as the officer came in to keep an eye out on him and walked out for the time being, mostly to recompose himself as he knew he had to act professional, compared to when he had to face wrestlers that he can say whatever he wanted. Liam went to get some water to drink as he shook his head, fuming on his criminal being a bitch. It took him ten minutes to get back into the room. The officer then left the room for Liam to get back in and respond to him.
Liam Davis: “I tell you why you sniffling weasel, because real men just walk away or real man like you in this case would actually get them to be in the ring with you and knock you out, not throwing weak defenceless people over the board of a ship and certainly not spreading bodily fluids all over someone's grave just because you don't like them. I find it funny someone being a boxer like yourself can't seem to handle heat, despite causing heat himself.”
James Carter: “Then it makes me a pushover if I don't stand up for myself.”
Liam Davis: “That's irrelevant because you start this sort of crap without the other party doing anything wrong to you. You can't admit you're not so tough and not so much of a bad ass either because you can't seem to keep your activities of being tough inside of the boxing ring. You can't seem to be a good fighter if you resort to using tactics.”
Liam just wanted to stop this interview, but at the same time, there was a smirk on his face, almost as if he had gotten into James clearly and it was as if then, he should feel some guilt, but it was clear he didn't and it seemed to Liam as if he got the former Boxing Heavyweight champion where he wanted. Which Liam goes to discuss.
Liam Davis: “To me, you don't seem much like a heavyweight boxer at all. Anyone in prison can kick your ass and I'm not just saying that. I've met some tough criminals who are even more evil than you, but what I see is a guy who's more of a bridgerweight division boxer which is originally where you should be ranked.”
James Carter: “I lost a lot of weight because I was doing nothing for many years after that loss and I knew I lost everything when I lost the title.”
Liam Davis: “Maybe I can believe that part, but still, bragging about drowning victims is not something I appreciate or anything people would do. You still haven't come up with a reason why you attempted to drown someone's father and I don't think we'll get anywhere with that. Also since I saw you with spraying your bodily fluids, you will get yourself a maximum fine of five hundred dollars. But you're ass will be in prison.”
James Carter: “I don't give a shit, I'm not backing down on me not being guilty for the crimes I did when they called me names, especially on social media.”
Liam only smirked especially it was too much of a familiar story about his opponent and the guy was arrogant, Liam knew it and he said this.
Liam Davis: “How do you know it was that guy?”
James Carter: “Because I've seen him so many times and he's popped a visit to the boxing gym a few times.”
Liam Davis: “I think I've had enough of hearing from you to be honest because it seems to me you're a coward. We're putting you in jail and good luck having your time in there because you're going to need it.”
Liam dragged James from the room and the other officers had the handcuffs put on him and then he took him to the jail cell to lock him up in until the court case was going to happen which hasn't been set a date yet and Liam felt like he done everything he could to do everything to trigger the guy he had in his interrogation room. This was going to be a different story in Grand Junction, Colorado where Liam can expose Kevin Carter, even to the point on information none of the other wrestlers know because they don't work for police department. He relaxes in a room and gets himself some pasta salad to eat for dinner before he heads back home to sleep.
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Time to take down the biggest fraudulent toxic piece of shit bitch I've encountered in the wrestling business personal video diary. (On-Camera)
“Well fought Justin Smith, you have my respect regardless because you did give me a tough fight out there, regardless of what the idiots, including my opponent say about you. I made you a star that others simply refuse to do. Keep doing a good job of doing what you do because you have my respect.
Something that Kevin Carter will never get from me because if you want to talk about unoriginality and fake, that's perfect definition of you Kevin Carter because to be honest, everything you say is the same old shit every single week and you wonder why Carter and Miles say the same old shit about you? Because you do it consistently and you don't fucking change anything Kevin. You don't listen to them that you should to change your approach to your fucking opponents. There's lots of scumbags in the wrestling business so please tell the world how you're entertaining and more of an asshole than anyone else in the wrestling business. Because you're not, you're a carbon copy of those other asshole wrestlers and I fought many criminals who are a lot tougher and bigger than than you. In fact those criminals I met could easily kick your ass because you're just a scrawny piece of shit that everyone would like to beat up since you're not worth a threat to them. You'd get murdered by the prisoners because you're a lightweight.
There's plenty of Kevin Carter's entitled attitude walking around this business every single day. You're not original and you don't come across authentic either. The truth is you try so very hard to not humanise yourself, when the whole world has seen you been nice and respectful to Ripley and Lilith Locke who you don't even like following or supporting your ass, but suddenly you became nice to Lilith and act like she's a threat to Bea? Nobody is buying through your fraudulent behaviour Kevin. Nobody is buying the fact you're a piece of shit all the time.
Everyone including you has their flaws Kevin and you have plenty. One of them is how much of a snowflake you actually are. How soft your bitch ass is You whine, cry and bitch every single week on twitter and especially in your videos on how much you're sick of facing opponents and that shows how piss poor you are as a champion.
If you hate wrestling the same wrestlers so badly, if you're so much better than everyone in SCW, If you think the staff are so biased, why the fuck are you in SCW? Why the fuck won't you go to millions of other wrestling companies that will provide you with competition. Are you afraid of facing tougher competition in other companies that would kick your ass, knowing you worth nothing of value? You don't give a shit about professional wrestling. You and James are doing everything you can to kill the business. I've never met a horseshit Internet champion who trashes every single opponent like a weasel you are that doesn't view anyone as a threat. You're such a coward, especially addressing me on social media of calling me fake when I'm not on there to defend myself, on top of you having responses to only people who follow you because your bitch ass is afraid to be called out on your unoriginal and unauthentic bullshit. You're the biggest hypocrite anyone has ever seen in the wrestling business, period.
Also I don't think you understand how the wrestling business works. If someone has won a title contention match for your title, it means they earned it you stupid fuck. I never known anyone to be this fucking clueless about the wrestling business. I mean it's not like you deserved to win that Internet title when you lost to Miles before that title match. Basicially you didn't deserve that internet title match after that, making you as a joke.
I admit I didn't deserve this title shot and I never wanted an Internet title shot this early. Heck the titles didn't even escape from my lips because yes I called you out because I'm not a coward like you who avoids doing any harm to the original Carter, Finn, Alex because you're afraid to step up to them and they've called you out more than I wanted to face you without the title actually because to prove that I can beat you. I'll find a way to do so because nobody fears your scrawny ass since you're fucking weak. I proudly called you out because you're destroying the wrestling business, you contribution to the business is complete utter shit because you don't give a shit about SCW whatsoever the amount of times you've trashed the place.
Because you trash and don't view anyone as your opponent, nor have any dream opponents you want to face which every wrestler should. Congratulations on killing every single buzz you have for people wanting to watch your matches because you refuse to show anyone a threat. Because you're not watchable to watch in the ring and all this thanks for the free win only shows how pathetic you are. I called you out, not because you're good or anything, because you're such an entitled fucking bitch who acts like you're better than every other wrestler. You're too scared to admit that you know you can be beaten any day of the week.
You're too scared of being proven wrong. Because you play this whole wrestlers being on Logan, Justin and Bill level opponents every fucking week and you call the opponents you lost to in your career a fucking joke. I think you need to look in the mirror because you use the same fucking tactic every week and it's getting old Kevin. You're toxic piece of shit ways doesn't seem to ever evolve or develop.
You were doing this same shit fourteen years ago, you know when you're two World Title reigns were nothing, but a fluke. Being beaten by Goth who you called a joke for some reason and Drake Green. What happened after you lost to Drake Green? You pissed all over this company and quit SCW like a little bitch who couldn't handle he wasn't a good wrestler, couldn't handle the losses he got. No wonder why you're afraid of challenging Carter, Finn and Alex to matches or even attack them because you're nowhere near their level as much as you try to convince to everyone you are. The fact you call wrestlers you lost to a joke is fucking insanity to say. If I lost to wrestlers, I wouldn't dare to call them a joke, not even you as much as you're a piss poor champion who only has his title defended when he's forced to. Are you going to call me a joke when I beat your ass in the ring for the Internet title? Of course you will because that's the Kevin Carter mentality of things to shrug off losses and not admit he fucked up.
Kevin, I know very confidential information about you that I will expose right here and now and I can since I work in the police force Kevin so don't go and bitch at me for this for exposing this in public. Did anyone know that Kevin Carter's son, Wyatt Carter is in prison right now? Want to guess why he is? Because his son done assault charge on a student. You're son hates your guts from what I've been told by an officer I know who works in that prison he's in. So if I was a fake cop Kevin, I wouldn't know that information, would I? What you gonna do Kevin now I've expose that to the world which you deserve since you trash and mock and go personal with Miles and Carter's relationship every five minutes. For all these opponents you say I've beaten are a joke, it means your internet title reign and all of your opponents you've beaten are a compete joke too. So all this asshole act, is just that, an act because your ex partners were stupid to date a piece of trash like you.
You're nothing more than J2H's puppet and to be honest, you're the weak link of the two of you and funny thing is, for you to side with him destroys any chances you have in facing him, unless your too scared to lose to a great wrestler like James. Nobody views you as a main event talent because the Internet title is holding you back. So why don't you be a good little boy and have the balls which you lack any to drop your title to me. Why don't you lay on your back and let me pin you to remove the title that you clearly say is beneath you.
Because the internet title deserves to go to a much more of a worthy recipient, someone that isn't going to bitch, moan and complain about every challenger he gets in front of him. Someone who will elevate and make wrestlers better than they are because the current champion is too selfish for that and most importantly a champion who won't categorise wrestlers in sorts of levels that the current champion does. A champion that will do open challenges, a champion that will force Finn, Alex, even Aiden, Miles, LJ, literally anyone for the title.
That someone is me and I gladly will beat the living shit out of you because you've had it coming for a long time and you're absolutely worthless of an opponent. I'm not even doing this brutal and vital beat down for myself, I'm doing it for the entire SCW roster who's sick and tired of you running your generic boring mouth being James's puppet who can't break free from him because you know if you and James were to face each other, you'd be irrelevant and you're too scared to face him.
I'm beating you all by myself without anyone doing so and also, not my fault if Alexander happens to attack you because you're worthless ass deserves it and nobody will feel sorry for Kevin, nobody will feel sorry for the revenge you've had coming from him for a long time. I'm going to show you how tough I'm really am that has morals and trust me, if you're not Kevin Carter or Guy, I wouldn't stoop to these levels because I respect all of you, apart from Kevin, Guy and possibly James.
Because I will send your ass packing from SCW and remove you permanently from this roster because you don't have the passion for this company or the wrestling business as a whole. Nobody will miss you and nobody will care of seeing your toxicity ass anymore. I don't even care if you've had so many wins, they are irrelevant to me because I'm going to destroy you, I'm going to give you a brutal beating that nobody has seen from me and I will walk away as the new Internet Champion and you'll go and do your Liam beating me is a joke quotes you always do when you lose to a wrestler because you know you're just not that good and you know it.”
Today was a day where Liam was going to catch someone that's done a crime that was horrific, almost as if it was planned too easy. Before every crime the officers take out, they always have a meeting on which fellow criminals they want to tackle on. It was early in the evening when the meeting was taking place because the guy was known to be located in the evening. In fact, a lot of fellow officers wanted to help Liam tackle the guy down, but Liam said no, he'll do it all by himself and wants to do the interrogation all by himself as well. Which was a brave move from Liam, although the other officers didn't get why.
But once Liam explained the story of why he wanted to go out and tackle this crime by himself, it was completely understandable and they understood. The last location of the guy was at the Greenwood Cemetery, looking for a grave to what they assumed to destroy. Liam leaves the police station and heads in the police car to go out searching for the criminal as it was late at night.
Went to the last location of the criminal known as the tough man who they know consistently brags about the attempted murder of a kid's father that he tried to drown while the father was out, catching fish on the sea for the guy to try to dump the father's body at sea. Only it was discovered later on that the guy somehow survived.
But it was still for attempted murder and that was something they had to tackle down rather quickly before the guy was going to try and kill if not, murder more people from drowning at sea. So he rushed his police car all the way to Greenwood Cemetery, the last location of the male criminal who was built like to be a piece of shit that gathered attention by bragging, by being the biggest piece of shit in the world.
Liam got to the Greenwood Cemetery and got out of his car as he stands behind the fence as to not immediately spook him and he uses the binoculars with the picture of the criminal he wanted to get in front of him. He nodded his head, quietly speaking in his head.
Liam Davis: “There's that piece of shit.”
He was watching every move of the criminal as he puts the binoculars away and he jumps over the part of the wall where there's no graves around as the metal gate would cause too much noise and he had his handcuffs and the stick ready to stop this evil criminal that's done such sickening acts that he deserves to be stopped.
Liam hides behind a tree before he took a peek and it wasn't exactly what officers were saying, but close enough as Liam quickly got a small camera and filmed the criminal defacing the grave of the father from another child, one he did try to throw off at the sea a couple of weeks ago.
Suddenly, as soon as he was half way of the defacing the grave of a dead father, Liam rushed in and took the guy to the ground and shouts this.
Liam Davis: “You're under a arrest for attempted murders at sea and defacing a grave. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Come on, lets take you back to the police station for interrogation before we lock you up in bars.”
Liam then puts the guy in handcuffs and picks him up to take him straight into the car with placing a seatbelt on the guy before he closes the door and then gets into his side of the car and drives with the criminal in the back after reading the quotes. The guy was kicking and punching the cage of the car, knowing he did a smart thing before arresting the criminal as he ignores everything, even vile words that had been heard many times before. Liam was a tough nut that he was able to ignore everything. He aggressively stopped the car that he parked at the police station and got the guy out of the car with pure aggression and dragged him all the way to the interrogation room without hesitation.
He dragged him in the room with the other police officer, his brothers in arms took the handcuffs from the guy before he sat him down and they lock the doors as the cameras were already rolling and Liam looking at the fully tattooed guy with scruffy hair and a beard. He aggressively looks at the guy and starts asking questions.
Liam Davis: “Mr James Carter, I'm sure your aware of the damages you've tried to do over the past few weeks of trying to drown people's father's and defacing graves, right?”
James Carter: “With my own buddy who did the crime with me yes.”
Liam Davis: “Thank you for dropping in another name that we will also find ways of where the man is at. So tell me James, what was the purpose of trying to throw men who are fathers to their children to attempt drowning in the sea?”
James Carter: “The purpose is to be the biggest piece of shit of the world and I wanted to win a boxing championship belt so bad that I would do anything to get it.”
Liam got some of the answers and he wasn't satisfied with it and he knew anything that he'll say will go against him in court and he knew from speaking to the boxing promoter beforehand that he was going to make the claims as he says this.
Liam Davis: “From speaking to your boxing promoter, he didn't tell you to go and attempt a murder of drowning people's father's did he?”
James Carter: “He's lying because he did tell me to do just that.”
Liam Davis: “Or was it your friend who you refuse to name?”
James Carter: “I did it yes and my buddy did it, but I refuse for you to point me out as an enemy and I'm a real and legit person.”
Liam Davis: “You're indeed the enemy and as far as I'm concerned, you have shown zero remorse, zero abilities to give me a real reason why you've not only attempted murders which we've seen you do more than once as evidence given by many people that were on board a ship on that day. Tell me what your excuse was for doing those acts?”
It was clear as day that Liam almost swore because he was so angry at the guy for being a complete coward in his eyes and that's what it came down to, especially being a boxer as well and he knew the information about his boxing record as well. So the guy even though Liam really didn't want to hear what the guy was saying, but he had to for evidence.
James Carter: “Because I want to make a mark of being known as a criminal. I want to do these acts because I can and I will. My buddy Kevin Hawkes enjoyed the crime too. We love to make people suffer.”
Liam Davis: “Throwing defenceless men off the boat to drown them for no apparent reason when you couldn't even beat boxers in a fight makes you a coward and so does Kevin as well. You certainly making such stupid excuses for yourself and Kevin. It isn't looking in your favour too well, James Carter, especially I know you're a WBO amateur boxing champion right now that you will be stripped from.”
James Carter: “But I had to start from the bottom because I lost my WBC title and I left because I was in a family crisis situation.”
It was almost the very same story that reminded Liam way too much of the opponent he was facing and in a way, it was mocking his opponent, little did James know, but not his fault he couldn't compare his opponent to the situation here, only it was about the guy being a boxing champion than a wrestling champion.
Liam Davis: “I don't know if I believe you that happened all those years ago on you having a family crisis. I think you got knocked down so bad that your cowardly butt ran away because all that bragging you did in interviews in the past of you being the best boxer in the world with your ego got you done for.”
James Carter: “Well, if you were a boxer, wouldn't you develop an ego to brag about being the best in the world?”
Liam Davis: “No because it's subjective. You can rack up all those wins all you want, but yet, you chose to attack someone's father over words being said about you? Real boxers ignore and move on. There was no reason for you and your boxing buddy to do what you did. Especially defacing graves with bodily fluid of someone's father being dead from the boxing fight because you hate their sons so much?”
James Carter: “Because it makes me feel good about doing what I did and I don't give a shit what I or Kevin did. I enjoyed it, I enjoy making people suffer. Why should I beat some scrawny weak people when I can throw them off boats to drown them and piss on graves?”
Liam was shaking his head and he clearly needed time out as the officer came in to keep an eye out on him and walked out for the time being, mostly to recompose himself as he knew he had to act professional, compared to when he had to face wrestlers that he can say whatever he wanted. Liam went to get some water to drink as he shook his head, fuming on his criminal being a bitch. It took him ten minutes to get back into the room. The officer then left the room for Liam to get back in and respond to him.
Liam Davis: “I tell you why you sniffling weasel, because real men just walk away or real man like you in this case would actually get them to be in the ring with you and knock you out, not throwing weak defenceless people over the board of a ship and certainly not spreading bodily fluids all over someone's grave just because you don't like them. I find it funny someone being a boxer like yourself can't seem to handle heat, despite causing heat himself.”
James Carter: “Then it makes me a pushover if I don't stand up for myself.”
Liam Davis: “That's irrelevant because you start this sort of crap without the other party doing anything wrong to you. You can't admit you're not so tough and not so much of a bad ass either because you can't seem to keep your activities of being tough inside of the boxing ring. You can't seem to be a good fighter if you resort to using tactics.”
Liam just wanted to stop this interview, but at the same time, there was a smirk on his face, almost as if he had gotten into James clearly and it was as if then, he should feel some guilt, but it was clear he didn't and it seemed to Liam as if he got the former Boxing Heavyweight champion where he wanted. Which Liam goes to discuss.
Liam Davis: “To me, you don't seem much like a heavyweight boxer at all. Anyone in prison can kick your ass and I'm not just saying that. I've met some tough criminals who are even more evil than you, but what I see is a guy who's more of a bridgerweight division boxer which is originally where you should be ranked.”
James Carter: “I lost a lot of weight because I was doing nothing for many years after that loss and I knew I lost everything when I lost the title.”
Liam Davis: “Maybe I can believe that part, but still, bragging about drowning victims is not something I appreciate or anything people would do. You still haven't come up with a reason why you attempted to drown someone's father and I don't think we'll get anywhere with that. Also since I saw you with spraying your bodily fluids, you will get yourself a maximum fine of five hundred dollars. But you're ass will be in prison.”
James Carter: “I don't give a shit, I'm not backing down on me not being guilty for the crimes I did when they called me names, especially on social media.”
Liam only smirked especially it was too much of a familiar story about his opponent and the guy was arrogant, Liam knew it and he said this.
Liam Davis: “How do you know it was that guy?”
James Carter: “Because I've seen him so many times and he's popped a visit to the boxing gym a few times.”
Liam Davis: “I think I've had enough of hearing from you to be honest because it seems to me you're a coward. We're putting you in jail and good luck having your time in there because you're going to need it.”
Liam dragged James from the room and the other officers had the handcuffs put on him and then he took him to the jail cell to lock him up in until the court case was going to happen which hasn't been set a date yet and Liam felt like he done everything he could to do everything to trigger the guy he had in his interrogation room. This was going to be a different story in Grand Junction, Colorado where Liam can expose Kevin Carter, even to the point on information none of the other wrestlers know because they don't work for police department. He relaxes in a room and gets himself some pasta salad to eat for dinner before he heads back home to sleep.
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Time to take down the biggest fraudulent toxic piece of shit bitch I've encountered in the wrestling business personal video diary. (On-Camera)
“Well fought Justin Smith, you have my respect regardless because you did give me a tough fight out there, regardless of what the idiots, including my opponent say about you. I made you a star that others simply refuse to do. Keep doing a good job of doing what you do because you have my respect.
Something that Kevin Carter will never get from me because if you want to talk about unoriginality and fake, that's perfect definition of you Kevin Carter because to be honest, everything you say is the same old shit every single week and you wonder why Carter and Miles say the same old shit about you? Because you do it consistently and you don't fucking change anything Kevin. You don't listen to them that you should to change your approach to your fucking opponents. There's lots of scumbags in the wrestling business so please tell the world how you're entertaining and more of an asshole than anyone else in the wrestling business. Because you're not, you're a carbon copy of those other asshole wrestlers and I fought many criminals who are a lot tougher and bigger than than you. In fact those criminals I met could easily kick your ass because you're just a scrawny piece of shit that everyone would like to beat up since you're not worth a threat to them. You'd get murdered by the prisoners because you're a lightweight.
There's plenty of Kevin Carter's entitled attitude walking around this business every single day. You're not original and you don't come across authentic either. The truth is you try so very hard to not humanise yourself, when the whole world has seen you been nice and respectful to Ripley and Lilith Locke who you don't even like following or supporting your ass, but suddenly you became nice to Lilith and act like she's a threat to Bea? Nobody is buying through your fraudulent behaviour Kevin. Nobody is buying the fact you're a piece of shit all the time.
Everyone including you has their flaws Kevin and you have plenty. One of them is how much of a snowflake you actually are. How soft your bitch ass is You whine, cry and bitch every single week on twitter and especially in your videos on how much you're sick of facing opponents and that shows how piss poor you are as a champion.
If you hate wrestling the same wrestlers so badly, if you're so much better than everyone in SCW, If you think the staff are so biased, why the fuck are you in SCW? Why the fuck won't you go to millions of other wrestling companies that will provide you with competition. Are you afraid of facing tougher competition in other companies that would kick your ass, knowing you worth nothing of value? You don't give a shit about professional wrestling. You and James are doing everything you can to kill the business. I've never met a horseshit Internet champion who trashes every single opponent like a weasel you are that doesn't view anyone as a threat. You're such a coward, especially addressing me on social media of calling me fake when I'm not on there to defend myself, on top of you having responses to only people who follow you because your bitch ass is afraid to be called out on your unoriginal and unauthentic bullshit. You're the biggest hypocrite anyone has ever seen in the wrestling business, period.
Also I don't think you understand how the wrestling business works. If someone has won a title contention match for your title, it means they earned it you stupid fuck. I never known anyone to be this fucking clueless about the wrestling business. I mean it's not like you deserved to win that Internet title when you lost to Miles before that title match. Basicially you didn't deserve that internet title match after that, making you as a joke.
I admit I didn't deserve this title shot and I never wanted an Internet title shot this early. Heck the titles didn't even escape from my lips because yes I called you out because I'm not a coward like you who avoids doing any harm to the original Carter, Finn, Alex because you're afraid to step up to them and they've called you out more than I wanted to face you without the title actually because to prove that I can beat you. I'll find a way to do so because nobody fears your scrawny ass since you're fucking weak. I proudly called you out because you're destroying the wrestling business, you contribution to the business is complete utter shit because you don't give a shit about SCW whatsoever the amount of times you've trashed the place.
Because you trash and don't view anyone as your opponent, nor have any dream opponents you want to face which every wrestler should. Congratulations on killing every single buzz you have for people wanting to watch your matches because you refuse to show anyone a threat. Because you're not watchable to watch in the ring and all this thanks for the free win only shows how pathetic you are. I called you out, not because you're good or anything, because you're such an entitled fucking bitch who acts like you're better than every other wrestler. You're too scared to admit that you know you can be beaten any day of the week.
You're too scared of being proven wrong. Because you play this whole wrestlers being on Logan, Justin and Bill level opponents every fucking week and you call the opponents you lost to in your career a fucking joke. I think you need to look in the mirror because you use the same fucking tactic every week and it's getting old Kevin. You're toxic piece of shit ways doesn't seem to ever evolve or develop.
You were doing this same shit fourteen years ago, you know when you're two World Title reigns were nothing, but a fluke. Being beaten by Goth who you called a joke for some reason and Drake Green. What happened after you lost to Drake Green? You pissed all over this company and quit SCW like a little bitch who couldn't handle he wasn't a good wrestler, couldn't handle the losses he got. No wonder why you're afraid of challenging Carter, Finn and Alex to matches or even attack them because you're nowhere near their level as much as you try to convince to everyone you are. The fact you call wrestlers you lost to a joke is fucking insanity to say. If I lost to wrestlers, I wouldn't dare to call them a joke, not even you as much as you're a piss poor champion who only has his title defended when he's forced to. Are you going to call me a joke when I beat your ass in the ring for the Internet title? Of course you will because that's the Kevin Carter mentality of things to shrug off losses and not admit he fucked up.
Kevin, I know very confidential information about you that I will expose right here and now and I can since I work in the police force Kevin so don't go and bitch at me for this for exposing this in public. Did anyone know that Kevin Carter's son, Wyatt Carter is in prison right now? Want to guess why he is? Because his son done assault charge on a student. You're son hates your guts from what I've been told by an officer I know who works in that prison he's in. So if I was a fake cop Kevin, I wouldn't know that information, would I? What you gonna do Kevin now I've expose that to the world which you deserve since you trash and mock and go personal with Miles and Carter's relationship every five minutes. For all these opponents you say I've beaten are a joke, it means your internet title reign and all of your opponents you've beaten are a compete joke too. So all this asshole act, is just that, an act because your ex partners were stupid to date a piece of trash like you.
You're nothing more than J2H's puppet and to be honest, you're the weak link of the two of you and funny thing is, for you to side with him destroys any chances you have in facing him, unless your too scared to lose to a great wrestler like James. Nobody views you as a main event talent because the Internet title is holding you back. So why don't you be a good little boy and have the balls which you lack any to drop your title to me. Why don't you lay on your back and let me pin you to remove the title that you clearly say is beneath you.
Because the internet title deserves to go to a much more of a worthy recipient, someone that isn't going to bitch, moan and complain about every challenger he gets in front of him. Someone who will elevate and make wrestlers better than they are because the current champion is too selfish for that and most importantly a champion who won't categorise wrestlers in sorts of levels that the current champion does. A champion that will do open challenges, a champion that will force Finn, Alex, even Aiden, Miles, LJ, literally anyone for the title.
That someone is me and I gladly will beat the living shit out of you because you've had it coming for a long time and you're absolutely worthless of an opponent. I'm not even doing this brutal and vital beat down for myself, I'm doing it for the entire SCW roster who's sick and tired of you running your generic boring mouth being James's puppet who can't break free from him because you know if you and James were to face each other, you'd be irrelevant and you're too scared to face him.
I'm beating you all by myself without anyone doing so and also, not my fault if Alexander happens to attack you because you're worthless ass deserves it and nobody will feel sorry for Kevin, nobody will feel sorry for the revenge you've had coming from him for a long time. I'm going to show you how tough I'm really am that has morals and trust me, if you're not Kevin Carter or Guy, I wouldn't stoop to these levels because I respect all of you, apart from Kevin, Guy and possibly James.
Because I will send your ass packing from SCW and remove you permanently from this roster because you don't have the passion for this company or the wrestling business as a whole. Nobody will miss you and nobody will care of seeing your toxicity ass anymore. I don't even care if you've had so many wins, they are irrelevant to me because I'm going to destroy you, I'm going to give you a brutal beating that nobody has seen from me and I will walk away as the new Internet Champion and you'll go and do your Liam beating me is a joke quotes you always do when you lose to a wrestler because you know you're just not that good and you know it.”
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Climax Control Archives / The Edge of something Epic
« Last post by Alexandra Calaway on July 04, 2025, 09:55:08 PM »On building a future
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas
The low hum of the central A/C mixed with the steady rhythm of sneakers hitting the mat. The private gym at Alexandra’s estate was quiet except for the sounds of movement — rapid footwork, the occasional sharp breath, and the clean, crisp slap of tape-wrapped hands against pads. Alexandra was working at her usual relentless pace. LJ, sitting on the edge of the ring apron, water bottle in hand, watched her with a smirk. He’d seen that intensity countless times — on TV, in the gym, across dinner tables when she was planning her next move. But this was different. They were days away from stepping into the ring together for the first time, and everything felt just a little more… electric.
“You know,” he finally said, “I think Song’s going to try and goad you early. Get in your head.”
Alexandra didn’t stop her combination — jab, elbow, spin kick into a grounded stomp. Fluid, aggressive, precise.
“Let her try,” she replied. “She doesn’t know what’s already in there.”
LJ chuckled and took a long sip. “That’s the part that scares me.”
She walked over to him, grabbing her own water bottle and towel. Her ponytail was frayed at the edges, sweat trickling down her spine. “Scared already? That’s not how I imagined this conversation going.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands, gazing up at her. “Nah, I’m not scared of the match. I’m scared of how good we’re gonna look out there.”
That earned a small laugh from her, soft and genuine. “You’ve got jokes.”
“Always,” LJ said, then his expression shifted, more thoughtful. “But real talk? I’ve never been more ready. Not just for a fight — for this one. With you.”
Alexandra leaned beside him on the ring apron, their shoulders brushing. The familiar comfort of his presence didn’t dull the edge of her thoughts, but it anchored her. “Do you ever think about how weird it is that it took us this long?” she asked quietly.
“To team up?” He shrugged.
She nodded. “We’ve danced around it for a year. And now it’s here. First match together, first time letting the world see us not just as a couple, but in sync.”
LJ glanced down at his hands. “There were good reasons we waited. Didn’t want people to say you were carrying me. Or I was riding your momentum.”
“Yeah,” Alexandra said. “I remember.”
There had been talks — whispered, second-guessed. Concerns about image, politics, balance. Their relationship had thrived behind the scenes while they both tore through their respective divisions, never letting the world see them side by side between the ropes. Until now.
“This match changes things.” she said.
“It defines things,” he replied. “We’re not just lovers teaming up for a promo moment. We’re gonna show them we’re dangerous together. Not some PR couple — a goddamn force.”
She smiled at that. “That’s the goal.”
They both fell into a quiet beat of reflection. The sunset poured golden light through the narrow windows, casting a soft glow across the gym floor. It made the space feel warmer, more intimate, less like a battlefield, more like home.
Alexandra turned toward him, resting her arms behind her on the apron. “How do you want to play it?”
“In the match?” She nodded. “Hard tags, fast switches,” LJ said, shifting gears. “I say we keep them guessing. You start. I know you’ll bait Song right out of the gate. Let Justin get frustrated that he can’t touch you, then tag me in and let me brawl with him.”
“You know he’ll go stiff.” She bit her lip.
“Considering that I had a boxing match with my own brother without hesitation, so will I.” He smirked.
She grinned. “Just don’t let him draw you out of position. He’ll want to get you chasing.”
LJ nodded, serious again. “And when he does, you stay fresh. I’ll eat the first wave.”
Alexandra looked at him, eyes narrowing just slightly. “You’re not protecting me.”
He met her gaze. “No. I’m protecting us. There’s a difference.”
She considered that and eventually accepted it. “I’ve fought for a lot of things,” she said. “Titles. Respect. Power. This time? It’s different.”
“I know,” LJ said. “Because you’re not just fighting for yourself.”
They sat there for another few minutes, tension leaving their bodies in quiet waves. It felt good — not just the training, but the calm that followed. The knowing. That they were entering the ring stronger because of what they had, not in spite of it.
Eventually, Alexandra stood and walked to the corner where her phone rested on a bench. She picked it up, thumbed through a few unread messages, then set it back down, face-down this time.
LJ noticed the shift in her expression. “Something up?” She hesitated. He sat forward. “Angel?”
She exhaled slowly. “It’s not about the match.”
“Alright,” he said gently. “Then what is it?”
She didn’t turn toward him right away. Instead, she stayed facing the window, her arms crossing in front of her chest, defensive out of habit more than needed.
“It was something Miles said.” she admitted.
LJ’s face hardened a little. “When?”
“At the Queen for a Day announcement.”
He stood up now, slower, walking toward her. “What’d he say?”
Alexandra finally looked at him. Her voice was calm, measured — the way it always was when something actually cut deeper than she’d admit. “He bitched my ass out for how I booked the match with Artie. Then, just before walking away, he said, ‘Tell my brother I said hi — since you see him more than I do.’” Her voice flattened, mocking the nonchalance. “I understand his displeasure, but that last part seemed like a slight.”
LJ’s jaw clenched.
“I laughed it off or rather, I tried to.” she continued. “Everyone was watching. I couldn’t let it land, not in public. But it did.”
He took a step closer, his voice low. “Love…”
“I know,” she said. “It’s just Miles being Miles. It was calculated. It’s like he wanted to land a body shot, knowing I wouldn’t fight him on it. Out of love and respect.”
LJ looked away, anger burning just beneath the surface. “Well love, Artie is his friend and someone that he and Fenris have been training.”
“I understand that. But it brought up some painful thoughts.” Alexandra said, eyes steady. “Because I’ve been thinking about it. Wondering if… I’m in the way.”
“You’re not, Angel.” LJ said immediately, forcefully.
“I know,” she said again, quieter. “But it made me question. Just for a second.”
He stepped right up to her now, closing the space. His hand found her chin, lifting it gently so she’d look at him “You are not the reason I’m distant from Miles,” he said. “I’ve just been busy, focusing on getting better, on my career. On the choice of Law school. On living a life outside of his shadow.”
She searched his face, needing to believe it.
“I live here because I want to,” he continued. “I train with you because you make me better. I love you, Angel. You can’t let his anger get to you.”
Alexandra blinked once, then leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up sooner. I didn’t want it to cloud what we’re building for this match.”
He held her face in both hands now. “It’s not a cloud. It’s a fire. Let it burn and let’s use it.”
She smiled — not out of amusement, but relief. “You always say the right thing at the exact right moment. I hate how good you are at that.”
He laughed softly. “It’s a gift.”
“I love you too,” she said, the words soft but solid.
LJ kissed her, slow and grounding. Then, pulling back just an inch, he murmured, “Let’s go make some noise, Love.” Causing her to chuckle.
They stood in the dim light of the gym, the world outside quiet, the fight ahead still waiting. But inside them — in their bones, in their connection, in their fists — the storm was already rolling.
Together.
Bond Stronger than Distance
DFW Airport
Dallas, Texas
The camera feed buzzed to life on Alexandra’s Twitter livestream, her face filling the screen. No filter. No glamour lighting. Just her, framed by the distant hum of DFW Airport behind her — polished floors, dull announcements, the occasional rolling suitcase. She wore a pair of dark aviators, a black hoodie with the sleeves shoved up to her elbows, and her hair pulled back in a clean, tight braid. Her expression? Cool. Collected. But you could still see the tension in her jaw, the fire in her stare. The stream kicked off with no preamble.
“Just dropped LJ off at his gate,” she said flatly, her voice calm but laced with edge. “He’s flying out ahead of me to see his brother before we meet up in Grand Junction.”
She paused for a breath, eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned a little closer toward the camera. “Which means I’ve got a little time to sit with some thoughts. And since this place has decent Wi-Fi and half decent iced coffee, I figured — what better time to address the elephant in the room.”
A beat.
“Song.” She didn’t spit the name — didn’t need to. She said it like someone laying a playing card flat on a table. Unbothered. Certain. “Every single time we’ve been in the ring together, the same result follows. You come in with a chip on your shoulder, thinking you’re the one to finally shut me down… and I walk out with my hand raised.”
A small, humorless smirk curled at the corner of her lips. “And don’t act like you’ve forgotten. Because I haven’t. I remember every bell, every stare-down, every attempt you made to make a name off mine. And I remember how each time, you fell short.”
She hated to call her out on that, but it was the truth. “The truth hurts I know, but let’s not sugarcoat it, darling.” She shifted the phone slightly, tucking it into her palm as she started walking through the terminal, the camera now bouncing gently with each step. “This match in Grand Junction? You want to make it different. You’ve got Justin Smith by your side now. You think that’s your difference-maker. Your key to finally tipping the scale. Let me save you some suspense — it’s not.”
Her voice stayed steady, but there was no mistaking the conviction behind it. “See, I’ve spent the past year building something real with LJ. Not just a relationship. Not just a connection. We’ve been training, pushing each other harder than anyone on your roster could understand. We’ve fought through things that would break most. This isn’t just our first match as a couple. This is a declaration.”
She stopped walking now, turning the camera back on herself, face taking up most of the frame, eyes cold, expression sharp. “You can throw everything you’ve got at us. You can run highlight reels and call yourselves contenders. You can talk about experience or legacy or hunger. But here’s the truth you don’t want to admit…”
She tilted her head slightly, voice dropping lower. “You’ve never beaten me. And you’re not going to start now.” She held that gaze for a long moment before giving a slow, confident nod. “I believe in LJ. I believe in what we bring as a team. You and Justin? You’re stepping in as individuals trying to click. We’re stepping in already locked. Ready. Tight.” Another small smirk, this one with a touch more heat behind it.
“I’m not just aiming to win, Song. I’m gunning for it. I’m stepping into Grand Junction with one mission — to remind you, them, and my doubters, just who I am, and to make sure the whole damn division understands that we’re not just a threat. We’re the standard.” She glanced briefly toward the overhead screen showing departure gates, then back at the camera. “When it comes to LJ, let’s face it, you didn’t pull a good card with your tag partner. But I won’t fault you for that dear Song. Justin Smith will let you down, accept the truth now, before it's too late.”
“I’ll see you soon.” Then, just before ending the stream, she added with a calm, venom-laced finality. “Try not to waste my time.”
The screen cut to black.
The Edge of something Epic
Cold Shivers Point
Grand Junction, Colorado
The car ride was quiet at first, but Alexandra eventually broke the silence, her voice soft and steady, careful not to disturb the calm that wrapped around them like the fading daylight. “Have you thought about how this match... it’s more than just a fight? Like, it’s the first real test for us as a team.” She glanced over at LJ, who kept his eyes on the road, fingers steady on the wheel.
He gave a small nod, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. No words yet.
She let the thought settle between them, then continued, “After a year of doing this, wrestling, training, traveling back and forth from Dallas to Vegas together, this is the moment where everything comes together, or it doesn’t. You know?”
LJ’s eyes flicked toward her briefly, warm and sure. “We’ve been ready for it longer than you think love.”
She smiled then, a little softer. “Yeah. But still... there’s nerves. It’s like knowing you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. You don’t fall, but it doesn’t mean you’re not scared.”
He reached over, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not scared. Not when I’m with you.”
Alexandra’s eyes met his, her own steady but shimmering with a quiet vulnerability. “That’s why I needed you here. Not just in the ring. But right here, now, at this moment.”
LJ’s hand rested lightly on her thigh. “Always, my angel.” He squeezed her thigh a bit.
The car rounded a bend, and the canyons closed in closer, the shadows deepening. Alexandra sighed, her breath catching on the beauty and the pressure all at once. “Justin and Song... they’re good. But they don’t know us. They don’t know what it’s like to fight alongside someone who’s also your home. It’s true that I’ve faced Song before, but never with you by my side.”
He squeezed her leg, affirming every word. “They’re about to find out.”
The silence returned then, but it wasn’t empty. It was full, full of everything unsaid, everything understood, and everything they would face together. When they arrived, Alexandra didn’t step out immediately. She sat still, letting her pulse settle into the hum of the earth beneath them. Finally, she opened the door. They climbed the short trail in silence. Alexandra in her fitted black jacket and leggings, boots crunching gravel. LJ beside her, a looming shadow of stillness and presence. When they reached the overlook, the world opened up.
The sun was beginning its descent, spilling gold across the horizon. The cliffs stretched endlessly, every curve of rock a thousand years in the making. It was all so impossibly still. Alexandra exhaled. She turned and faced the camera they had mounted themselves, set to record in ultra-wide. No crew. No noise. Just nature, power, and purpose. LJ stood just behind her, to the right. Arms folded. Eyes hidden behind shades. His stance said everything: I am here. I am with her. I am listening. Alexandra stepped forward.
“There’s something about standing on the edge of the world that makes everything simpler.” Her voice was calm, not distant. Sharp without being angry. It didn’t echo against the canyon walls—it didn’t need to. It carried its own gravity. “In a few nights, we step into the ring for our first match as a team. As a couple. A year in the making. A year of building, of grinding, of knowing exactly what this moment means.”
She let the wind touch her face. It played with the strands of her hair. “Justin Smith. Song. I hope you're listening. I hope you're ready. Because this isn't just a match. This is a statement.” Her expression shifted, subtly. From composed to concentrated.
“Justin. You walk into that ring like you own the canvas. Like the ropes bend for you. You’ve got this aura about you, like everything you touch becomes part of your legacy. And in many ways? That’s true. You’re calculated. You’re smart. You’re dangerous.” She nodded once. “But you’re also comfortable. Too comfortable. You’re not preparing for a match, you’re preparing for another chapter. Another footnote to add to your career. That complacency? It’s going to eat you alive when the bell rings.”
She paused for a breath, grounding herself in the moment. “Because LJ and I? We don’t step into that ring thinking about what people will say afterward. We step in knowing what we need to say during. And that message? It’s going to be written in broken rhythms, fast tags, and the kind of synchronicity that no amount of tape study can prepare you for.”
She walked toward the edge a little further. “And Song... I’ll give you credit. You want to rise. I see it. I feel it. You carry that heat like you’re ready to explode at any moment. But there’s a difference between ambition and understanding. Between wanting the spotlight and knowing how to hold it.”
She paused again, breath steady and eyes unwavering. “You targeted me. You chose me. Thought I was the statement to make. The obstacle to overcome. You looked at me and thought, ‘That’s the mark. That’s the moment.’” Her lips curved into something colder than a smile. “You should have aimed lower.”
Another breeze swept past. Her hair brushed across her cheeks as she turned back toward the camera. “You’re not walking into a highlight reel. You’re walking into a consequence.”
She extended a hand behind her, palm open, and LJ took it. One simple connection. Nothing flashy. But undeniably present. “This right here? This isn’t chemistry. This is creation. You are looking at two people who have built something stronger than tag ropes and arena lights. We don’t just know each other’s timing. We know each other’s pain tolerance. Each other’s tells. We know how to move as one, and strike as two.”
She dropped his hand gently, stepping forward again. “We have trained side by side, bled side by side, fought battles outside the ring that would bury most. We didn’t come together because it was convenient. We came together because it was unavoidable.”
The sky behind her began to change hues. Golden bleeding into purple. “I know what people are whispering. That it’s our first time teaming up. That maybe there’s cracks in this foundation waiting to be split open the second things get hard.” She leaned in slightly. “There are no cracks. There is only pressure. And pressure makes diamonds.”
She gave the moment its space. Then continued. “So, Justin. Song. I hope you bring your best. I hope you fight like your reputations depend on it. Because for us? This isn’t about reputation. This is about arrival.”
She turned slightly toward LJ now, her voice softening without losing weight. “We didn’t wait a year to debut. We waited a year to strike.” Turning back. “You wanted to test us. What you’re going to get instead is an unveiling. The first glimpse at something that doesn’t break. Doesn’t buckle. Doesn’t back down.”
Her eyes narrowed just slightly. “You’re not facing Alexandra and LJ. You’re facing every moment we spent preparing for this. You’re facing two people who know exactly what they mean to each other, and exactly what they can do together.” She spread her arms for a moment, as if presenting the vast canyon behind her. “So when we walk into that arena, remember this moment. Remember what stood behind me. Not just the cliffs or the wind or the gold-stained sky. But what he represents behind me.”
She closed the distance to the camera now, voice low, certain. “He is the mountain at my back. And I am the fire in front of him.” Her final line cut through the air like a blade. “We’re not coming to prove we belong. We’re coming to remind you why you don’t.”
FADE OUT.
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas
The low hum of the central A/C mixed with the steady rhythm of sneakers hitting the mat. The private gym at Alexandra’s estate was quiet except for the sounds of movement — rapid footwork, the occasional sharp breath, and the clean, crisp slap of tape-wrapped hands against pads. Alexandra was working at her usual relentless pace. LJ, sitting on the edge of the ring apron, water bottle in hand, watched her with a smirk. He’d seen that intensity countless times — on TV, in the gym, across dinner tables when she was planning her next move. But this was different. They were days away from stepping into the ring together for the first time, and everything felt just a little more… electric.
“You know,” he finally said, “I think Song’s going to try and goad you early. Get in your head.”
Alexandra didn’t stop her combination — jab, elbow, spin kick into a grounded stomp. Fluid, aggressive, precise.
“Let her try,” she replied. “She doesn’t know what’s already in there.”
LJ chuckled and took a long sip. “That’s the part that scares me.”
She walked over to him, grabbing her own water bottle and towel. Her ponytail was frayed at the edges, sweat trickling down her spine. “Scared already? That’s not how I imagined this conversation going.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands, gazing up at her. “Nah, I’m not scared of the match. I’m scared of how good we’re gonna look out there.”
That earned a small laugh from her, soft and genuine. “You’ve got jokes.”
“Always,” LJ said, then his expression shifted, more thoughtful. “But real talk? I’ve never been more ready. Not just for a fight — for this one. With you.”
Alexandra leaned beside him on the ring apron, their shoulders brushing. The familiar comfort of his presence didn’t dull the edge of her thoughts, but it anchored her. “Do you ever think about how weird it is that it took us this long?” she asked quietly.
“To team up?” He shrugged.
She nodded. “We’ve danced around it for a year. And now it’s here. First match together, first time letting the world see us not just as a couple, but in sync.”
LJ glanced down at his hands. “There were good reasons we waited. Didn’t want people to say you were carrying me. Or I was riding your momentum.”
“Yeah,” Alexandra said. “I remember.”
There had been talks — whispered, second-guessed. Concerns about image, politics, balance. Their relationship had thrived behind the scenes while they both tore through their respective divisions, never letting the world see them side by side between the ropes. Until now.
“This match changes things.” she said.
“It defines things,” he replied. “We’re not just lovers teaming up for a promo moment. We’re gonna show them we’re dangerous together. Not some PR couple — a goddamn force.”
She smiled at that. “That’s the goal.”
They both fell into a quiet beat of reflection. The sunset poured golden light through the narrow windows, casting a soft glow across the gym floor. It made the space feel warmer, more intimate, less like a battlefield, more like home.
Alexandra turned toward him, resting her arms behind her on the apron. “How do you want to play it?”
“In the match?” She nodded. “Hard tags, fast switches,” LJ said, shifting gears. “I say we keep them guessing. You start. I know you’ll bait Song right out of the gate. Let Justin get frustrated that he can’t touch you, then tag me in and let me brawl with him.”
“You know he’ll go stiff.” She bit her lip.
“Considering that I had a boxing match with my own brother without hesitation, so will I.” He smirked.
She grinned. “Just don’t let him draw you out of position. He’ll want to get you chasing.”
LJ nodded, serious again. “And when he does, you stay fresh. I’ll eat the first wave.”
Alexandra looked at him, eyes narrowing just slightly. “You’re not protecting me.”
He met her gaze. “No. I’m protecting us. There’s a difference.”
She considered that and eventually accepted it. “I’ve fought for a lot of things,” she said. “Titles. Respect. Power. This time? It’s different.”
“I know,” LJ said. “Because you’re not just fighting for yourself.”
They sat there for another few minutes, tension leaving their bodies in quiet waves. It felt good — not just the training, but the calm that followed. The knowing. That they were entering the ring stronger because of what they had, not in spite of it.
Eventually, Alexandra stood and walked to the corner where her phone rested on a bench. She picked it up, thumbed through a few unread messages, then set it back down, face-down this time.
LJ noticed the shift in her expression. “Something up?” She hesitated. He sat forward. “Angel?”
She exhaled slowly. “It’s not about the match.”
“Alright,” he said gently. “Then what is it?”
She didn’t turn toward him right away. Instead, she stayed facing the window, her arms crossing in front of her chest, defensive out of habit more than needed.
“It was something Miles said.” she admitted.
LJ’s face hardened a little. “When?”
“At the Queen for a Day announcement.”
He stood up now, slower, walking toward her. “What’d he say?”
Alexandra finally looked at him. Her voice was calm, measured — the way it always was when something actually cut deeper than she’d admit. “He bitched my ass out for how I booked the match with Artie. Then, just before walking away, he said, ‘Tell my brother I said hi — since you see him more than I do.’” Her voice flattened, mocking the nonchalance. “I understand his displeasure, but that last part seemed like a slight.”
LJ’s jaw clenched.
“I laughed it off or rather, I tried to.” she continued. “Everyone was watching. I couldn’t let it land, not in public. But it did.”
He took a step closer, his voice low. “Love…”
“I know,” she said. “It’s just Miles being Miles. It was calculated. It’s like he wanted to land a body shot, knowing I wouldn’t fight him on it. Out of love and respect.”
LJ looked away, anger burning just beneath the surface. “Well love, Artie is his friend and someone that he and Fenris have been training.”
“I understand that. But it brought up some painful thoughts.” Alexandra said, eyes steady. “Because I’ve been thinking about it. Wondering if… I’m in the way.”
“You’re not, Angel.” LJ said immediately, forcefully.
“I know,” she said again, quieter. “But it made me question. Just for a second.”
He stepped right up to her now, closing the space. His hand found her chin, lifting it gently so she’d look at him “You are not the reason I’m distant from Miles,” he said. “I’ve just been busy, focusing on getting better, on my career. On the choice of Law school. On living a life outside of his shadow.”
She searched his face, needing to believe it.
“I live here because I want to,” he continued. “I train with you because you make me better. I love you, Angel. You can’t let his anger get to you.”
Alexandra blinked once, then leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up sooner. I didn’t want it to cloud what we’re building for this match.”
He held her face in both hands now. “It’s not a cloud. It’s a fire. Let it burn and let’s use it.”
She smiled — not out of amusement, but relief. “You always say the right thing at the exact right moment. I hate how good you are at that.”
He laughed softly. “It’s a gift.”
“I love you too,” she said, the words soft but solid.
LJ kissed her, slow and grounding. Then, pulling back just an inch, he murmured, “Let’s go make some noise, Love.” Causing her to chuckle.
They stood in the dim light of the gym, the world outside quiet, the fight ahead still waiting. But inside them — in their bones, in their connection, in their fists — the storm was already rolling.
Together.
Bond Stronger than Distance
DFW Airport
Dallas, Texas
The camera feed buzzed to life on Alexandra’s Twitter livestream, her face filling the screen. No filter. No glamour lighting. Just her, framed by the distant hum of DFW Airport behind her — polished floors, dull announcements, the occasional rolling suitcase. She wore a pair of dark aviators, a black hoodie with the sleeves shoved up to her elbows, and her hair pulled back in a clean, tight braid. Her expression? Cool. Collected. But you could still see the tension in her jaw, the fire in her stare. The stream kicked off with no preamble.
“Just dropped LJ off at his gate,” she said flatly, her voice calm but laced with edge. “He’s flying out ahead of me to see his brother before we meet up in Grand Junction.”
She paused for a breath, eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned a little closer toward the camera. “Which means I’ve got a little time to sit with some thoughts. And since this place has decent Wi-Fi and half decent iced coffee, I figured — what better time to address the elephant in the room.”
A beat.
“Song.” She didn’t spit the name — didn’t need to. She said it like someone laying a playing card flat on a table. Unbothered. Certain. “Every single time we’ve been in the ring together, the same result follows. You come in with a chip on your shoulder, thinking you’re the one to finally shut me down… and I walk out with my hand raised.”
A small, humorless smirk curled at the corner of her lips. “And don’t act like you’ve forgotten. Because I haven’t. I remember every bell, every stare-down, every attempt you made to make a name off mine. And I remember how each time, you fell short.”
She hated to call her out on that, but it was the truth. “The truth hurts I know, but let’s not sugarcoat it, darling.” She shifted the phone slightly, tucking it into her palm as she started walking through the terminal, the camera now bouncing gently with each step. “This match in Grand Junction? You want to make it different. You’ve got Justin Smith by your side now. You think that’s your difference-maker. Your key to finally tipping the scale. Let me save you some suspense — it’s not.”
Her voice stayed steady, but there was no mistaking the conviction behind it. “See, I’ve spent the past year building something real with LJ. Not just a relationship. Not just a connection. We’ve been training, pushing each other harder than anyone on your roster could understand. We’ve fought through things that would break most. This isn’t just our first match as a couple. This is a declaration.”
She stopped walking now, turning the camera back on herself, face taking up most of the frame, eyes cold, expression sharp. “You can throw everything you’ve got at us. You can run highlight reels and call yourselves contenders. You can talk about experience or legacy or hunger. But here’s the truth you don’t want to admit…”
She tilted her head slightly, voice dropping lower. “You’ve never beaten me. And you’re not going to start now.” She held that gaze for a long moment before giving a slow, confident nod. “I believe in LJ. I believe in what we bring as a team. You and Justin? You’re stepping in as individuals trying to click. We’re stepping in already locked. Ready. Tight.” Another small smirk, this one with a touch more heat behind it.
“I’m not just aiming to win, Song. I’m gunning for it. I’m stepping into Grand Junction with one mission — to remind you, them, and my doubters, just who I am, and to make sure the whole damn division understands that we’re not just a threat. We’re the standard.” She glanced briefly toward the overhead screen showing departure gates, then back at the camera. “When it comes to LJ, let’s face it, you didn’t pull a good card with your tag partner. But I won’t fault you for that dear Song. Justin Smith will let you down, accept the truth now, before it's too late.”
“I’ll see you soon.” Then, just before ending the stream, she added with a calm, venom-laced finality. “Try not to waste my time.”
The screen cut to black.
The Edge of something Epic
Cold Shivers Point
Grand Junction, Colorado
The car ride was quiet at first, but Alexandra eventually broke the silence, her voice soft and steady, careful not to disturb the calm that wrapped around them like the fading daylight. “Have you thought about how this match... it’s more than just a fight? Like, it’s the first real test for us as a team.” She glanced over at LJ, who kept his eyes on the road, fingers steady on the wheel.
He gave a small nod, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. No words yet.
She let the thought settle between them, then continued, “After a year of doing this, wrestling, training, traveling back and forth from Dallas to Vegas together, this is the moment where everything comes together, or it doesn’t. You know?”
LJ’s eyes flicked toward her briefly, warm and sure. “We’ve been ready for it longer than you think love.”
She smiled then, a little softer. “Yeah. But still... there’s nerves. It’s like knowing you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. You don’t fall, but it doesn’t mean you’re not scared.”
He reached over, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not scared. Not when I’m with you.”
Alexandra’s eyes met his, her own steady but shimmering with a quiet vulnerability. “That’s why I needed you here. Not just in the ring. But right here, now, at this moment.”
LJ’s hand rested lightly on her thigh. “Always, my angel.” He squeezed her thigh a bit.
The car rounded a bend, and the canyons closed in closer, the shadows deepening. Alexandra sighed, her breath catching on the beauty and the pressure all at once. “Justin and Song... they’re good. But they don’t know us. They don’t know what it’s like to fight alongside someone who’s also your home. It’s true that I’ve faced Song before, but never with you by my side.”
He squeezed her leg, affirming every word. “They’re about to find out.”
The silence returned then, but it wasn’t empty. It was full, full of everything unsaid, everything understood, and everything they would face together. When they arrived, Alexandra didn’t step out immediately. She sat still, letting her pulse settle into the hum of the earth beneath them. Finally, she opened the door. They climbed the short trail in silence. Alexandra in her fitted black jacket and leggings, boots crunching gravel. LJ beside her, a looming shadow of stillness and presence. When they reached the overlook, the world opened up.
The sun was beginning its descent, spilling gold across the horizon. The cliffs stretched endlessly, every curve of rock a thousand years in the making. It was all so impossibly still. Alexandra exhaled. She turned and faced the camera they had mounted themselves, set to record in ultra-wide. No crew. No noise. Just nature, power, and purpose. LJ stood just behind her, to the right. Arms folded. Eyes hidden behind shades. His stance said everything: I am here. I am with her. I am listening. Alexandra stepped forward.
“There’s something about standing on the edge of the world that makes everything simpler.” Her voice was calm, not distant. Sharp without being angry. It didn’t echo against the canyon walls—it didn’t need to. It carried its own gravity. “In a few nights, we step into the ring for our first match as a team. As a couple. A year in the making. A year of building, of grinding, of knowing exactly what this moment means.”
She let the wind touch her face. It played with the strands of her hair. “Justin Smith. Song. I hope you're listening. I hope you're ready. Because this isn't just a match. This is a statement.” Her expression shifted, subtly. From composed to concentrated.
“Justin. You walk into that ring like you own the canvas. Like the ropes bend for you. You’ve got this aura about you, like everything you touch becomes part of your legacy. And in many ways? That’s true. You’re calculated. You’re smart. You’re dangerous.” She nodded once. “But you’re also comfortable. Too comfortable. You’re not preparing for a match, you’re preparing for another chapter. Another footnote to add to your career. That complacency? It’s going to eat you alive when the bell rings.”
She paused for a breath, grounding herself in the moment. “Because LJ and I? We don’t step into that ring thinking about what people will say afterward. We step in knowing what we need to say during. And that message? It’s going to be written in broken rhythms, fast tags, and the kind of synchronicity that no amount of tape study can prepare you for.”
She walked toward the edge a little further. “And Song... I’ll give you credit. You want to rise. I see it. I feel it. You carry that heat like you’re ready to explode at any moment. But there’s a difference between ambition and understanding. Between wanting the spotlight and knowing how to hold it.”
She paused again, breath steady and eyes unwavering. “You targeted me. You chose me. Thought I was the statement to make. The obstacle to overcome. You looked at me and thought, ‘That’s the mark. That’s the moment.’” Her lips curved into something colder than a smile. “You should have aimed lower.”
Another breeze swept past. Her hair brushed across her cheeks as she turned back toward the camera. “You’re not walking into a highlight reel. You’re walking into a consequence.”
She extended a hand behind her, palm open, and LJ took it. One simple connection. Nothing flashy. But undeniably present. “This right here? This isn’t chemistry. This is creation. You are looking at two people who have built something stronger than tag ropes and arena lights. We don’t just know each other’s timing. We know each other’s pain tolerance. Each other’s tells. We know how to move as one, and strike as two.”
She dropped his hand gently, stepping forward again. “We have trained side by side, bled side by side, fought battles outside the ring that would bury most. We didn’t come together because it was convenient. We came together because it was unavoidable.”
The sky behind her began to change hues. Golden bleeding into purple. “I know what people are whispering. That it’s our first time teaming up. That maybe there’s cracks in this foundation waiting to be split open the second things get hard.” She leaned in slightly. “There are no cracks. There is only pressure. And pressure makes diamonds.”
She gave the moment its space. Then continued. “So, Justin. Song. I hope you bring your best. I hope you fight like your reputations depend on it. Because for us? This isn’t about reputation. This is about arrival.”
She turned slightly toward LJ now, her voice softening without losing weight. “We didn’t wait a year to debut. We waited a year to strike.” Turning back. “You wanted to test us. What you’re going to get instead is an unveiling. The first glimpse at something that doesn’t break. Doesn’t buckle. Doesn’t back down.”
Her eyes narrowed just slightly. “You’re not facing Alexandra and LJ. You’re facing every moment we spent preparing for this. You’re facing two people who know exactly what they mean to each other, and exactly what they can do together.” She spread her arms for a moment, as if presenting the vast canyon behind her. “So when we walk into that arena, remember this moment. Remember what stood behind me. Not just the cliffs or the wind or the gold-stained sky. But what he represents behind me.”
She closed the distance to the camera now, voice low, certain. “He is the mountain at my back. And I am the fire in front of him.” Her final line cut through the air like a blade. “We’re not coming to prove we belong. We’re coming to remind you why you don’t.”
FADE OUT.
24
Climax Control Archives / Gloves Off
« Last post by LJKasey on July 04, 2025, 09:32:21 PM »The buzz of the door lock echoed louder than it should have.
LJ stepped in slowly behind Miles, instinctively lowering his voice and posture. The security protocols had been intense, metal detectors, check-ins, even a brief talk with the attending officer stationed nearby, but it was all necessary. Kevin was protected, physically and legally. But emotionally, that was a whole other story.
The room was more like a studio apartment than a hospital suite. Comfortable furniture. Lots and lots of natural light. Books stacked in uneven towers on the desk. A few movie posters on the wall, faded, curling at the edges. It was a space trying hard not to feel clinical, but the presence of quiet orderlies just outside the door was a reminder this wasn’t exactly a safe house.
Kevin sat curled up on the window seat, knees tucked to his chest, hoodie sleeves covering his hands. His hair had grown longer since LJ had seen him in photos, dark, messy, and falling in front of his eyes like a curtain. He was staring out the window, unmoving, but his voice was alert, "I heard the door.”
Miles kept his tone soft, “Yeah mate, it’s just me and someone I wanted you to meet.”
Kevin didn’t turn around, “I don’t recall saying that I wanted company today, Miles.”
“I know,” Miles said gently, “But I thought maybe today you might, I dunno, tolerate some.”
Kevin snorted, “Must have caught me when I was high on the pain meds they had me on because that doesn’t sound like me.”
“Fair enough, bruv. But...” Miles glanced at LJ, “I wanted to introduce my half-brother to you. This is LJ. He was with me a few times when we were trying to find you. In fact, he was the one that thought about the motels around the area.”
LJ raised his hand instinctively, “Hey there, Kev. It’s good to finally meet you..”
Silence, then, after a beat, Kevin spits back, “I didn’t ask fuckin’ introductions either.”
Miles winced, but LJ stepped forward anyway, cautious but unfazed. He’d seen that edge before—in kids who’d been through hell, built walls with steel instead of stone.
“I just wanted to say thanks,” LJ said, looking at Miles uncomfortably for a moment, before clearing his throat, “For hanging in there. I know you don’t know me. I helped Miles look for you, though. So, I guess I already kinda care about you, whether that’s fair or not.”
Kevin finally turned his head. His eyes were red-rimmed, shadowed. Tired in a way no sixteen-year-old should ever look, “You helped him find me?”
“Yeah, man. He and I went practically every corner of Vegas before we found out you had gone back to LA, supposedly to try and talk to yer da.”
Kevin stared at him a long time, eyes narrowing, "Did you actually help, or were you just another guy standing behind him acting like backup?”
LJ blinked, "I..I mean...”
Kevin sat up straight and glared towards LJ, “I don’t need more people pretending to care. I’ve got enough of that.”
The words weren’t loud, but they hit hard.
LJ’s shoulders dropped, "I’m not pretending. But, okay. If you don’t want me here, I’ll go.”
Miles stepped in quickly, tone even but protective, "Kevin, come on, mate.”
“I said I’m done!” Kevin’s voice spiked, sharp enough to draw a nurse’s attention from the hallway. His hands were shaking now, clenched in his hoodie sleeves. He pulled his knees tighter to his chest, rocking slightly, "I can’t. Not today, okay? Not today. Just get the hell out of here.”
Miles turned toward LJ with a quiet sigh and nodded toward the door, "Let’s give him some space.”
LJ nodded, and they slipped out silently. The door clicked shut behind them.
The hospital smelled like antiseptic and old coffee. LJ hated it already.
He stood by a row of chairs that looked like they hadn’t been updated since the nineties, watching through the glass panel of Kevin’s room. Inside, Kevin sat curled on his bed, knees pulled up tight to his chest, eyes blank. A nurse murmured something soothing, but the kid didn’t seem to hear.
Miles had tried. God, he’d tried. Walked in slow, gentle voice, introduced LJ like it might mean something. But Kevin flinched away, voice rising until the nurses intervened. Now Miles was leaning against the wall outside the room, arms folded tight over his chest, jaw locked so hard LJ could see the muscle ticking along his cheek.
LJ stayed quiet for a while, letting the moment settle. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead was the only real sound between them. Finally, he spoke, "Not exactly how you pictured that going, huh?”
Miles didn’t look at him but just shook his head, “He’s been through hell.”
“I know.”
Miles exhaled through his nose, "There are times...He barely even remembers me at that moment in time. And when he does, he remembers everything else, too. The doctors say it’s why his stay is going to be a lot longer than just his medical needs.”
LJ nodded. His gaze drifted back to Kevin. He could feel how fragile the air was around them, like one wrong word might shatter the whole day.
A long beat passed before Miles pushed off the wall, scrubbing a hand over his face, "We should go. He’s not gonna want to see anyone else today.”
They left the hallway and stepped into the elevator. LJ hit the button for the lobby. The doors slid shut with a metallic groan, trapping them in the quiet.
LJ looked sideways at his brother.
“So, are you gonna tell me why we actually went through with all that boxing crap?”
Miles didn’t answer right away. He just stared at the floor, as if he could burn a hole through it.
“I mean,” LJ went on, his voice softer, “why we really did it. ‘Cause King Guy said so’? Or because, I dunno, you wanted to prove something?”
Miles scoffed under his breath, "It was never about proving anything.”
“Then what was it about?”
The elevator jolted as it descended. Miles rested his hands on the rail behind him, leaning back. His voice was low, quiet, "Sometimes, brothers gotta beat the hell out of each other so they don’t end up hating each other.”
LJ blinked, "What?”
Miles finally met his eyes, "LJ we had 20-plus years of not getting to grow up together. Our ol’ man fucked around on both of our mothers, and then shuffled loose the mortal coil, leaving absolutely hell in it’s wake. We didn’t get the big brother/little brother scuffle out of our system. I looked at it from a standpoint of this being the chance. That...If we didn’t get that out of our system, it was gonna sit there between us and fester worse than Lyle Kasey’s corpse. If we didn’t go through with it, you’d start thinking I didn’t respect you. I’d start thinking you didn’t want me around and one day, it would’ve come out way uglier than three rounds with gloves on.” He shrugged, "It was better we did it that way.”
LJ couldn’t help it—he let out a short, humorless laugh, "So… what? You punch me in the face so we can be closer?”
Miles smirked, “It worked, didn’t it?”
LJ rolled his eyes, “Barely.”
Miles smirked. But the humor faded almost as quickly as it came. A shadow passed over his face, “It wasn’t just the boxing match. I said a lot of stupid shit during that whole 2 weeks of Queen and King for a Day. Some to Ally. Some to you.”
LJ raised an eyebrow, "Like telling Ally I see her more than I see you?”
Miles winced, and shook his head and motioned with his hand before slapping it down onto the railing, “Yeah. That. I was angry at the whole situation, especially with Ally doing what she did to Artie. I’m trying to fix everything and I can’t fix Kevin, and I can’t fix how the crew in the locker room talk about us, and you and Ally and....and I couldn’t figure out how to keep you from getting pulled into the same mess. And I took it out on you both.”
LJ softened, his own gaze dropping, “Yeah. Well. You’re not the only one trying to figure stuff out.”
Miles eyed him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
The elevator dinged as it hit the lobby. The doors slid open, but neither of them moved. LJ hesitated, then let out a slow breath.
“It means after Summer Xxxtreme and the cruise, I’m probably moving to Texas. Permently.”
Miles blinked, "Wait. Texas? As in Dallas, Texas? The whole damn state that takes at least 2 days to travel through if the weather is decent, Texas?”
LJ nodded, “Ally and I, we’ve been talking about things. Her and I have been together practically a year now and I don’t know, it seems like bouncing back and forth between my place in Vegas and her house outside of Dallas, is getting expensive. I wanna go to law school. I’ve been playing around with the final decision for long enough and there is a school near there that is fucking amazing. Vegas has been good to me. But it’s… it’s not home. Not anymore. I feel more comfortable and less stressed when I’m with her and that’s what I want in my life right now.”
Miles stared at him like he was trying to solve an equation in his head, "So that’s it? You’re just leaving?”
“I’m not leaving you,” LJ said, firmly, “I’m not leaving wrestling either. But I need to build something that’s mine, outside the ring. I don’t wanna wake up in ten years and wonder why I didn’t try.”
Miles swallowed hard. He looked away, pressing his lips together, "Are you sure about this?”
LJ’s voice was quiet but certain, "Yeah. I am.”
Miles nodded slowly, eyes a little glassy but no tears. He clapped LJ gently on the shoulder.
“Then I’ll help you pack.”
LJ gave a small smile, "I know.”
They stepped out of the elevator together, walking into the sunlit lobby. Whatever lay ahead, Texas, law school, or the next fight, they’d figure it out.
Miles sighs looking at his taller yet younger brother, “Well, I guess that’s how I know you’re really growing up.”
LJ grinned, "That or losing my mind.”
Miles patted his shoulder, "Meh, same thing. I up and left New York to move to Vegas and then moved a man that had the extreme hots for me.”
“And you for him, if I can recall the story properly.”
“Yeah...and the rest, as they say, is history.”
They stood there for a moment longer, brothers in the middle of the hallway, somewhere between past regrets and uncertain futures.
Brothers.
Gloves off.
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Grand Junction, CO
The hotel room of LJ Kasey and Alexandra Callaway
Early Evening
The last rays of Colorado sun spilled through the half-open curtains, painting gold lines across the hotel room’s white duvet. LJ set his duffel bag down by the wall with a quiet thump. He rolled his shoulder, wincing a little as he rotated it in its socket. Nothing serious, just the echoes of a few rough weeks.
Ally looked up from where she sat cross-legged on the bed, her phone in one hand, a bottled water in the other. She smiled the second she saw him, "There’s my world traveler.”
LJ grinned, moving over to drop a kiss on her forehead, "Hey, angel.”
She tilted her head, studying his face, "So, how was Vegas?”
LJ let out a breath, plopping down on the edge of the bed beside her, "Heavy. Like majorly heavy.”
“Kevin?”
“Yeah,” he said softly, "The kid is having a rough time. Miles...well, he’s carrying a lot. He’s trying so hard to fix everything. But it’s not the kind of thing you can just patch up.”
Ally gently touched his arm, "And what about the two of you?”
LJ gave a small laugh, "We’re okay, love. He does want to apologize to you, especially. For Queen for a Day week. For that crack about how I see you more than I see him.”
Ally raised a brow, "Oh, he does, does he?”
“He does,” LJ said, "But he wants to do it right. So, give him time and be prepared. This is Milo Kasey that we are talking about so anything is possible, complete with you being serenaded in front of God and everybody.”
She considered that, then nodded, "Okay. I can give him time.”
He leaned his head briefly against hers, soaking up the quiet comfort she always seemed to radiate.
“You know what’s weird?” he murmured.
“What?”
“This whole year, everything that’s happened, it feels like it’s all pointing me here, to this weekend. To us teaming up for the first time.”
She smiled, soft but fierce, "Well it’s about time, don’t you think?”
“It’s long overdue so...hell yeah.” LJ’s grin widened, but there was steel behind it now, "I am so tired of losing. I’m tired of people acting like I’m just Miles’ brother who got lucky to be here. I want to show them who the hell I am. We’re gonna show them.”
Ally poked his chest lightly, "Then let’s make it count.”
-----
The Colorado air was cool, tinged with the smell of brewing coffee from a café down the block. Streetlights glowed overhead as LJ strolled the sidewalk, hoodie pulled over his hair, hands buried in the pockets. The sidewalk under his boots felt solid, grounding him in a way the ring sometimes didn’t.
He stopped under a flickering neon sign, stared straight into the camera that trailed him for a pre-match spot.
He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
“Grand Junction. Actually, no, SCW in total”
He tilted his head, voice steady but edged.
“You’ve seen me lose. Over… and over… and over. People are beginning to think that I’m cursed. I’m sure there are even some people who say I’m just the guy who shows up, puts on a good fight, and goes home empty-handed.”
He let a smirk twist his lips, "But here’s the thing about me: I don’t stay down. And I sure as hell don’t forget.”
He shifted his weight, eyes burning a little brighter under the neon glow.
“This Sunday, myself and Ally, yeah, the same Ally who’s been fighting her own wars, who’s bled for this business just like I have, we’re stepping in there together for the first time. And on the other side of the ring… we got Song. And we got Justin Smith.”
“This Sunday, I am teaming up with Ally Callaway — yeah, that Ally — for the first time. First time since we started this thing a year ago. And we’re stepping into the ring against Song and Justin Smith. One of those weird ‘lethal lottery’ deals.”
He paused for effect.
“Song, I’ve seen what you’re about. You move like you’re five steps ahead, and you’ve got experience on your side. But the one thing you don’t have?”
He pointed to himself, then directly at the camera.
“You don’t have Ally. And I do.”
There was a different edge to his voice now, not fire, not bitterness. Faith. Pure and unshakable.
“She’s not just my partner. She’s one of the toughest women in this business. She’s fought her way out of every corner she’s ever been shoved into, and came out swinging. And when it comes to this match? I don’t have a single doubt in my mind.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“You try and test her, Song, you’ll find out exactly why I trust her to finish the job. She’s got her eyes locked on you, and I promise you, she’s ready for whatever you’re bringing.”
Then, LJ turned the attention squarely to his own half of the match.
He spat Justin’s name like a challenge.
“Justin, you’ve been running your mouth since you got here. Acting like you’re some big deal. Like you’re above me. But guess what? You’re not. You really aren’t. You’re the same as me, a guy who’s been chasing wins and coming up short. Except there’s a difference between us.”
He pointed to his chest.
“I know who I am. And I know that I’m done living in my brother’s shadow. I’m done living in anyone’s shadow. Sunday, I’m not walking out there looking for a moral victory. I’m looking to win.”
His jaw flexed, voice growing sharper.
“You’re gonna find out real fast, Justin, that there’s nothing more dangerous than a man who’s got nothing left to lose. I’m tired of being the guy who almost made it. I’m tired of people writing me off.”
He paused, lowering his voice, every word deliberate.
“This is my time. Our time. Me and Ally, we’re not just some couple trying to play nice in a mixed tag. We’re a unit. We’re coming to fight. And Sunday, we’re putting a full stop on this losing streak.”
A small grin flickered across his face as he stepped back.
“So bring your best. Because I’m bringing mine and I know damn well Ally is going to bring hers.”
He dropped his hood and let the cool breeze hit his face, eyes glinting under the lights.
“I’m done waiting for my moment, I’m fucking taking it.”
He turned and kept walking into the night, his footsteps echoing off the quiet storefronts behind him.
He let the words hang, then lowered his tone again, driving it home.
“This Sunday, me and Ally? We’re not just stepping out for bragging rights. We’re stepping out to prove a point. You call it a random pairing.”
He gave the camera one last look, this one with weight.
“I call it destiny.”
LJ stepped in slowly behind Miles, instinctively lowering his voice and posture. The security protocols had been intense, metal detectors, check-ins, even a brief talk with the attending officer stationed nearby, but it was all necessary. Kevin was protected, physically and legally. But emotionally, that was a whole other story.
The room was more like a studio apartment than a hospital suite. Comfortable furniture. Lots and lots of natural light. Books stacked in uneven towers on the desk. A few movie posters on the wall, faded, curling at the edges. It was a space trying hard not to feel clinical, but the presence of quiet orderlies just outside the door was a reminder this wasn’t exactly a safe house.
Kevin sat curled up on the window seat, knees tucked to his chest, hoodie sleeves covering his hands. His hair had grown longer since LJ had seen him in photos, dark, messy, and falling in front of his eyes like a curtain. He was staring out the window, unmoving, but his voice was alert, "I heard the door.”
Miles kept his tone soft, “Yeah mate, it’s just me and someone I wanted you to meet.”
Kevin didn’t turn around, “I don’t recall saying that I wanted company today, Miles.”
“I know,” Miles said gently, “But I thought maybe today you might, I dunno, tolerate some.”
Kevin snorted, “Must have caught me when I was high on the pain meds they had me on because that doesn’t sound like me.”
“Fair enough, bruv. But...” Miles glanced at LJ, “I wanted to introduce my half-brother to you. This is LJ. He was with me a few times when we were trying to find you. In fact, he was the one that thought about the motels around the area.”
LJ raised his hand instinctively, “Hey there, Kev. It’s good to finally meet you..”
Silence, then, after a beat, Kevin spits back, “I didn’t ask fuckin’ introductions either.”
Miles winced, but LJ stepped forward anyway, cautious but unfazed. He’d seen that edge before—in kids who’d been through hell, built walls with steel instead of stone.
“I just wanted to say thanks,” LJ said, looking at Miles uncomfortably for a moment, before clearing his throat, “For hanging in there. I know you don’t know me. I helped Miles look for you, though. So, I guess I already kinda care about you, whether that’s fair or not.”
Kevin finally turned his head. His eyes were red-rimmed, shadowed. Tired in a way no sixteen-year-old should ever look, “You helped him find me?”
“Yeah, man. He and I went practically every corner of Vegas before we found out you had gone back to LA, supposedly to try and talk to yer da.”
Kevin stared at him a long time, eyes narrowing, "Did you actually help, or were you just another guy standing behind him acting like backup?”
LJ blinked, "I..I mean...”
Kevin sat up straight and glared towards LJ, “I don’t need more people pretending to care. I’ve got enough of that.”
The words weren’t loud, but they hit hard.
LJ’s shoulders dropped, "I’m not pretending. But, okay. If you don’t want me here, I’ll go.”
Miles stepped in quickly, tone even but protective, "Kevin, come on, mate.”
“I said I’m done!” Kevin’s voice spiked, sharp enough to draw a nurse’s attention from the hallway. His hands were shaking now, clenched in his hoodie sleeves. He pulled his knees tighter to his chest, rocking slightly, "I can’t. Not today, okay? Not today. Just get the hell out of here.”
Miles turned toward LJ with a quiet sigh and nodded toward the door, "Let’s give him some space.”
LJ nodded, and they slipped out silently. The door clicked shut behind them.
The hospital smelled like antiseptic and old coffee. LJ hated it already.
He stood by a row of chairs that looked like they hadn’t been updated since the nineties, watching through the glass panel of Kevin’s room. Inside, Kevin sat curled on his bed, knees pulled up tight to his chest, eyes blank. A nurse murmured something soothing, but the kid didn’t seem to hear.
Miles had tried. God, he’d tried. Walked in slow, gentle voice, introduced LJ like it might mean something. But Kevin flinched away, voice rising until the nurses intervened. Now Miles was leaning against the wall outside the room, arms folded tight over his chest, jaw locked so hard LJ could see the muscle ticking along his cheek.
LJ stayed quiet for a while, letting the moment settle. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead was the only real sound between them. Finally, he spoke, "Not exactly how you pictured that going, huh?”
Miles didn’t look at him but just shook his head, “He’s been through hell.”
“I know.”
Miles exhaled through his nose, "There are times...He barely even remembers me at that moment in time. And when he does, he remembers everything else, too. The doctors say it’s why his stay is going to be a lot longer than just his medical needs.”
LJ nodded. His gaze drifted back to Kevin. He could feel how fragile the air was around them, like one wrong word might shatter the whole day.
A long beat passed before Miles pushed off the wall, scrubbing a hand over his face, "We should go. He’s not gonna want to see anyone else today.”
They left the hallway and stepped into the elevator. LJ hit the button for the lobby. The doors slid shut with a metallic groan, trapping them in the quiet.
LJ looked sideways at his brother.
“So, are you gonna tell me why we actually went through with all that boxing crap?”
Miles didn’t answer right away. He just stared at the floor, as if he could burn a hole through it.
“I mean,” LJ went on, his voice softer, “why we really did it. ‘Cause King Guy said so’? Or because, I dunno, you wanted to prove something?”
Miles scoffed under his breath, "It was never about proving anything.”
“Then what was it about?”
The elevator jolted as it descended. Miles rested his hands on the rail behind him, leaning back. His voice was low, quiet, "Sometimes, brothers gotta beat the hell out of each other so they don’t end up hating each other.”
LJ blinked, "What?”
Miles finally met his eyes, "LJ we had 20-plus years of not getting to grow up together. Our ol’ man fucked around on both of our mothers, and then shuffled loose the mortal coil, leaving absolutely hell in it’s wake. We didn’t get the big brother/little brother scuffle out of our system. I looked at it from a standpoint of this being the chance. That...If we didn’t get that out of our system, it was gonna sit there between us and fester worse than Lyle Kasey’s corpse. If we didn’t go through with it, you’d start thinking I didn’t respect you. I’d start thinking you didn’t want me around and one day, it would’ve come out way uglier than three rounds with gloves on.” He shrugged, "It was better we did it that way.”
LJ couldn’t help it—he let out a short, humorless laugh, "So… what? You punch me in the face so we can be closer?”
Miles smirked, “It worked, didn’t it?”
LJ rolled his eyes, “Barely.”
Miles smirked. But the humor faded almost as quickly as it came. A shadow passed over his face, “It wasn’t just the boxing match. I said a lot of stupid shit during that whole 2 weeks of Queen and King for a Day. Some to Ally. Some to you.”
LJ raised an eyebrow, "Like telling Ally I see her more than I see you?”
Miles winced, and shook his head and motioned with his hand before slapping it down onto the railing, “Yeah. That. I was angry at the whole situation, especially with Ally doing what she did to Artie. I’m trying to fix everything and I can’t fix Kevin, and I can’t fix how the crew in the locker room talk about us, and you and Ally and....and I couldn’t figure out how to keep you from getting pulled into the same mess. And I took it out on you both.”
LJ softened, his own gaze dropping, “Yeah. Well. You’re not the only one trying to figure stuff out.”
Miles eyed him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
The elevator dinged as it hit the lobby. The doors slid open, but neither of them moved. LJ hesitated, then let out a slow breath.
“It means after Summer Xxxtreme and the cruise, I’m probably moving to Texas. Permently.”
Miles blinked, "Wait. Texas? As in Dallas, Texas? The whole damn state that takes at least 2 days to travel through if the weather is decent, Texas?”
LJ nodded, “Ally and I, we’ve been talking about things. Her and I have been together practically a year now and I don’t know, it seems like bouncing back and forth between my place in Vegas and her house outside of Dallas, is getting expensive. I wanna go to law school. I’ve been playing around with the final decision for long enough and there is a school near there that is fucking amazing. Vegas has been good to me. But it’s… it’s not home. Not anymore. I feel more comfortable and less stressed when I’m with her and that’s what I want in my life right now.”
Miles stared at him like he was trying to solve an equation in his head, "So that’s it? You’re just leaving?”
“I’m not leaving you,” LJ said, firmly, “I’m not leaving wrestling either. But I need to build something that’s mine, outside the ring. I don’t wanna wake up in ten years and wonder why I didn’t try.”
Miles swallowed hard. He looked away, pressing his lips together, "Are you sure about this?”
LJ’s voice was quiet but certain, "Yeah. I am.”
Miles nodded slowly, eyes a little glassy but no tears. He clapped LJ gently on the shoulder.
“Then I’ll help you pack.”
LJ gave a small smile, "I know.”
They stepped out of the elevator together, walking into the sunlit lobby. Whatever lay ahead, Texas, law school, or the next fight, they’d figure it out.
Miles sighs looking at his taller yet younger brother, “Well, I guess that’s how I know you’re really growing up.”
LJ grinned, "That or losing my mind.”
Miles patted his shoulder, "Meh, same thing. I up and left New York to move to Vegas and then moved a man that had the extreme hots for me.”
“And you for him, if I can recall the story properly.”
“Yeah...and the rest, as they say, is history.”
They stood there for a moment longer, brothers in the middle of the hallway, somewhere between past regrets and uncertain futures.
Brothers.
Gloves off.
-----
Grand Junction, CO
The hotel room of LJ Kasey and Alexandra Callaway
Early Evening
The last rays of Colorado sun spilled through the half-open curtains, painting gold lines across the hotel room’s white duvet. LJ set his duffel bag down by the wall with a quiet thump. He rolled his shoulder, wincing a little as he rotated it in its socket. Nothing serious, just the echoes of a few rough weeks.
Ally looked up from where she sat cross-legged on the bed, her phone in one hand, a bottled water in the other. She smiled the second she saw him, "There’s my world traveler.”
LJ grinned, moving over to drop a kiss on her forehead, "Hey, angel.”
She tilted her head, studying his face, "So, how was Vegas?”
LJ let out a breath, plopping down on the edge of the bed beside her, "Heavy. Like majorly heavy.”
“Kevin?”
“Yeah,” he said softly, "The kid is having a rough time. Miles...well, he’s carrying a lot. He’s trying so hard to fix everything. But it’s not the kind of thing you can just patch up.”
Ally gently touched his arm, "And what about the two of you?”
LJ gave a small laugh, "We’re okay, love. He does want to apologize to you, especially. For Queen for a Day week. For that crack about how I see you more than I see him.”
Ally raised a brow, "Oh, he does, does he?”
“He does,” LJ said, "But he wants to do it right. So, give him time and be prepared. This is Milo Kasey that we are talking about so anything is possible, complete with you being serenaded in front of God and everybody.”
She considered that, then nodded, "Okay. I can give him time.”
He leaned his head briefly against hers, soaking up the quiet comfort she always seemed to radiate.
“You know what’s weird?” he murmured.
“What?”
“This whole year, everything that’s happened, it feels like it’s all pointing me here, to this weekend. To us teaming up for the first time.”
She smiled, soft but fierce, "Well it’s about time, don’t you think?”
“It’s long overdue so...hell yeah.” LJ’s grin widened, but there was steel behind it now, "I am so tired of losing. I’m tired of people acting like I’m just Miles’ brother who got lucky to be here. I want to show them who the hell I am. We’re gonna show them.”
Ally poked his chest lightly, "Then let’s make it count.”
-----
The Colorado air was cool, tinged with the smell of brewing coffee from a café down the block. Streetlights glowed overhead as LJ strolled the sidewalk, hoodie pulled over his hair, hands buried in the pockets. The sidewalk under his boots felt solid, grounding him in a way the ring sometimes didn’t.
He stopped under a flickering neon sign, stared straight into the camera that trailed him for a pre-match spot.
He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
“Grand Junction. Actually, no, SCW in total”
He tilted his head, voice steady but edged.
“You’ve seen me lose. Over… and over… and over. People are beginning to think that I’m cursed. I’m sure there are even some people who say I’m just the guy who shows up, puts on a good fight, and goes home empty-handed.”
He let a smirk twist his lips, "But here’s the thing about me: I don’t stay down. And I sure as hell don’t forget.”
He shifted his weight, eyes burning a little brighter under the neon glow.
“This Sunday, myself and Ally, yeah, the same Ally who’s been fighting her own wars, who’s bled for this business just like I have, we’re stepping in there together for the first time. And on the other side of the ring… we got Song. And we got Justin Smith.”
“This Sunday, I am teaming up with Ally Callaway — yeah, that Ally — for the first time. First time since we started this thing a year ago. And we’re stepping into the ring against Song and Justin Smith. One of those weird ‘lethal lottery’ deals.”
He paused for effect.
“Song, I’ve seen what you’re about. You move like you’re five steps ahead, and you’ve got experience on your side. But the one thing you don’t have?”
He pointed to himself, then directly at the camera.
“You don’t have Ally. And I do.”
There was a different edge to his voice now, not fire, not bitterness. Faith. Pure and unshakable.
“She’s not just my partner. She’s one of the toughest women in this business. She’s fought her way out of every corner she’s ever been shoved into, and came out swinging. And when it comes to this match? I don’t have a single doubt in my mind.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“You try and test her, Song, you’ll find out exactly why I trust her to finish the job. She’s got her eyes locked on you, and I promise you, she’s ready for whatever you’re bringing.”
Then, LJ turned the attention squarely to his own half of the match.
He spat Justin’s name like a challenge.
“Justin, you’ve been running your mouth since you got here. Acting like you’re some big deal. Like you’re above me. But guess what? You’re not. You really aren’t. You’re the same as me, a guy who’s been chasing wins and coming up short. Except there’s a difference between us.”
He pointed to his chest.
“I know who I am. And I know that I’m done living in my brother’s shadow. I’m done living in anyone’s shadow. Sunday, I’m not walking out there looking for a moral victory. I’m looking to win.”
His jaw flexed, voice growing sharper.
“You’re gonna find out real fast, Justin, that there’s nothing more dangerous than a man who’s got nothing left to lose. I’m tired of being the guy who almost made it. I’m tired of people writing me off.”
He paused, lowering his voice, every word deliberate.
“This is my time. Our time. Me and Ally, we’re not just some couple trying to play nice in a mixed tag. We’re a unit. We’re coming to fight. And Sunday, we’re putting a full stop on this losing streak.”
A small grin flickered across his face as he stepped back.
“So bring your best. Because I’m bringing mine and I know damn well Ally is going to bring hers.”
He dropped his hood and let the cool breeze hit his face, eyes glinting under the lights.
“I’m done waiting for my moment, I’m fucking taking it.”
He turned and kept walking into the night, his footsteps echoing off the quiet storefronts behind him.
He let the words hang, then lowered his tone again, driving it home.
“This Sunday, me and Ally? We’re not just stepping out for bragging rights. We’re stepping out to prove a point. You call it a random pairing.”
He gave the camera one last look, this one with weight.
“I call it destiny.”
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Climax Control Archives / THE FELIX THE CAT SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS
« Last post by Andrew on July 04, 2025, 06:55:33 PM »THE FELIX THE CAT HERNANDEZ SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS IS OPEN AND VINCENT LYONS JUNIOR IS GOING TO FIND OUT QUICKLY THAT TAKING FELIX HERNANDEZ LIGHTLY IS A MISTAKE. . .A HUGE MISTAKE
The scene on our screen switches to a shot of the Narrator who works with Bill and Bea Barnhart and Felix Hernandez. The Narrator gives lead-in comments on their matches so we listen to what he has to say.
Narrator: I spoke with Felix Hernandez before I came live on camera and the best description I can give you of how he is feeling going into his match against Vincent Lyons is that he wants to quickly defeat Vincent AND he has some harsh words for Bill and Bea Barnhart also. Oh, don’t be concerned over Felix wanting to address Bill and Bea Barnhart. He just wants to help them get over their Mixed Tag Team loss to Lilith Locke and Kevin Carter at Climax Control 429. With my comments out of the way I now turn you over to Felix Hernandez for his comments on his match against Vincent Lyons Jr.
The scene shifts from a shot of the Narrator to a shot of Felix Hernandez sitting at a table in the room where the media and camera crew work during events at the Suplizio Field in Grand Junction, Colorado. We notice Felix is wearing regular blue jeans and that today he is wearing a University of Georgia tee shirt that has an image of their mascot UGA THE BULLDOG on the front of the shirt. For those of you who are not familiar with the University Of Georgia, located in Athens, Georgia, which is where Felix Hernandez lives, the University Of Georgia is one of the most over-powering sports college.
Felix: Hi and I thank everyone who tuned in to hear my comments leading up to my wrestling match against Vincent Lyons Junior at Climax Control 430. I decided to give comments on my upcoming match here at the Suplizio Field in Grand Junction, Colorado, by using their media room and broadcast studio is located. I decided it is best to present comments on my upcoming match here in the studio rather than sitting in my hotel room to give comments on my upcoming match. I have all I need here to present my comments for those of you who are watching. But first I am going to do something that I have rarely done since I returned to active wrestling and that is to have a conversation with Bill and Bea Barnhart before I launch into comments for the benefit of Vincent Lyons Junior. Bill and Bea are back home in Lawrenceville, Georgia, spending time with their English Bulldog Iris, but they will return to active wrestling after Climax Control 430 is done. The camera crew set up a table and computer for me to have a conversation with Bill and Bea Barnhart, via a video call, so for this portion of the presentation I will take a seat at the table and wait for Bill and Bea to join the video call so that all of you can hear what our conversation is about. The camera person here told me it would be less than two minutes and we will be in the video call.
Felix sits down at the table so he is facing his laptop computer to communicate with Bill and Bea and what they are seeing and hearing on their laptops. Felix motions that the video call is set up between him and Bill and Bea.
Felix: Hi Bill. . .Hi Bea. . .and I see Iris in the background so Hi to you also Iris!!!
Bill: Thanks for asking us for this video call so we can stay connected with you and the others in Sin City Wrestling since you are out on this location but we decided to spend some time at our home in Lawrenceville, Georgia, to spend time with Iris.
Bea: Iris is extremely happy that we took a break to spend personal time with her. I feel bad since we are on tour most of the year and it is difficult to travel with her all over the world.
Felix: Thanks for letting me know that Iris is happy you are home even if you can only be there for a short time until your next wrestling assignment. However there is another reason I wanted to have a talk with you two.
Bill: What’s on your mind Felix?
Bea: You have our curiosity twitching now.
Felix: Please don’t take offense to anything we talk about today as I am only trying to help. Bill you and I have worked together in a wrestling federation some time ago and the wrestling federation was Asylum Wrestling Alliance. I came to Asylum Wrestling Alliance just a short time before Management decided to close up the Federation so I didn’t have much time to accomplish stuff in that federation. But you Bill? I think you held Championships in Asylum Wrestling Alliance nearly twenty times when Asylum Wrestling Alliance was in operation. Bea supported you during your time in that Federation but she was not active on the Roster as a wrestler then. After some time you ended up in Sin City Wrestling with Bea as your Manager and now she is also an active wrestler in the Bombshell Division. I just came to Sin City Wrestling recently so I haven’t had much except that during my short time in Sin City Wrestling I am currently with a win-loss percentage of 37 percent in Singles competition and 27 percent overall.
Bill: Uh, Felix, I am not sure what your performance and winning percentage in Sin City Wrestling has to do with me and Bea. Do you with to elaborate on your comments?
Felix: Bill you have been active as a wrestler in Sin City Wrestling for some time and your winning percentage is average at 26 percent. It appears, to me anyway, that perhaps you are at the age where the many years of being active in wrestling has slowed you down and you are getting match after match where you wrestle fairly well but you still lose. Same goes for you Bea except that your winning percentage is 19 percent. I am curious if you two have considered retirement?
Bill: WHAT???
Bea: WHAT???
Felix: Please don’t be offended by my comments. I am simply relating the fact and the statistics on you two and maybe it is time for you two to consider retirement and let new people come in and do the active wrestling.
Bill: Please don’t take my comments the wrong way Felix but you are not going to talk me and Bea into retirement as we both enjoy wrestling and we will continue to wrestle in Sin City Wrestling until they no longer wish to use our services. But thanks for the comments and the critique of our wrestling and lower than average winning percentage.
Bea: I echo what Bill just said. We are still friends and I will continue to serve as your Manager for your matches. We have to get back to Iris now as I know we have about a week to spend time with her until the next event after Climax Control 430.
Felix thanks Bill and Bea for sharing their thoughts and comments with them and Felix is happy that Bill and Bea did not take his comments as being hard on them so they will remain friends. Felix looks into the camera for a moment to make a comment.
Felix: I ask you excuse me for a short time then I will be back to give my thoughts and comments on my match against Vincent Lyons Junior at Climax Control 430. I simply need to step out of camera range long enough to purchase some food then I will be back and talk about my match at Climax Control 430.
The Network changes the broadcast from that of Felix Hernandez and they return to the regularly scheduled programming for this time slot. The viewers entertain themselves with what the Network is showing until Felix Hernandez returns to continue his comments.
Felix returns and takes a seat in front of the camera to continue airing his comments on his upcoming match against Vincent Lyons Junior.
Felix: I wish to welcome everyone back where I continue commenting on my upcoming match at Climax Control 430. My opponent for that match is Vincent Lyons Junior. Although he comes from a family of wrestlers he is about to step into the wrestling ring with me and I will be a challenge at a level that he wasn’t expecting and he won’t be ready for me and what I bring to the ring. Yeah, okay, many of the people watching me present my side of the story, are going to laugh and insult me and they have the right to do that. Let me present the statistics for myself and Vincent Lyons Junior. I come into our match at 6 feet tall and 165 pounds while Vincent Lyons Junior comes into our match at 5 feet 11 inches and 225 pounds. I don’t have what someone could call a height advantage as I only have 1 inch of height over Vincent. Someone might call Vincent carrying 60 pounds more weight than me an advantage but the way I view our weights, especially the weight of Vincent which is 225 pounds, or 60 pounds more than I am carrying, he is carrying 60 pounds more weight around the ring than I am carrying and the extra weight he carries is the equivalent of the weight of 4 regulation bowling balls. That means Vincent will get tired and worn down quickly for having to carry that much extra weight than I am carrying into this match so it will be easy for me to defeat him by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
Felix grins into the camera.
Felix: So, Vincent, I want you to try something to prove my point. The next time you go out to do something, regardless of what that something is, I want you to hang four regulation bowling balls onto your body and see how successfully you can maneuver around without struggling and quickly becoming exhausted. While we are in our match working against each other it will be so amusing for me to watch you wear out your energy so quickly that I win our match quickly. So much for taking on too much weight eh?
Felix pauses for a moment to get a soda to drink. When he is done taking a drink he places the soda can on the table then he looks into the camera to continue with his comments.
Felix: Here is how I approach wrestling and the concepts work for everyone if they apply them properly. Here are some of the items I focus on when I am in a wrestling match regardless of who my opponent is. I always perform the best I can in wrestling matches. I never back down regardless of how large or intimidating my opponent appears to be. Often my opponents are trembling inside as they are worried they will lose to me. If my opponent manages to get me to the mat then I get up quickly and take them down and take the hurt to them. I never give up in a match unless I cannot physically continue in the match and I assure you that rarely happens. These concepts apply to every moment that every wrestler is actively involved in a wrestling match. The difference is that I quickly adapt to what is going on inside the wrestling ring while most of my opponents have no clue where they are when they are in the ring with me.
Felix pauses to again take a drink of his soda.
Felix: Vincent I cannot see any possible way you can over-power me and get the win over me by yourself. Knowing how your family works it has appeared that the only way for those in the Lyons family to win a match is by cheating, violating the rules, and obtaining interference in their matches. I will speak to our Referee before our match officially starts to ensure that they keep a close watch on you, and your family members, to prevent them from interfering in our match to cause me to take a cheap and cowardly loss to you. But you need to be informed that if you manage to distract the Referee and interfere in our match to cause me to take a loss there will be Hell to pay. I would ensure the Referee gets reprimanded for not doing their officiating job properly. I would ensure that you and others in the Lyons family will be reprimanded, fined, and possibly suspended from wrestling in Sin City Wrestling. If you and your family members have to be the cowards that you are because you cannot legally win wrestling matches then you should not be allowed to work in Sin City Wrestling any longer. Now we all sit back and see which road you and your family will take. I anticipate that the amount of time we will have to wait to see if you and your family cheats me out of a win will be less than 5 minutes into our match.
Felix stands up and walks around the table where he is broadcasting from. After a few turns around the table Felix returns to his seat and continues with his comments.
Felix: As you heard earlier in my comments I have never feared anyone that I was assigned to wrestle against. I have nothing to fear as I know what I am doing, why I am doing it, and who the wrestler is that I am doing it to. Yes you saw me go off on Bill and Bea Barnhart, two people who are my dear friends, to try to get them to retire from wrestling as they are no longer in the race. Both Bill and Bea said they want to remain active in wrestling so I left it there with them. But to get back to my match against Vincent Lyons Junior I am ready for this match. I am fully prepared to do whatever it takes to win, with the exception of cheating as I am not a cheater like most in Sin City Wrestling are, and I will emerge from our match with my hand raised in victory.
Felix finishes his drink before providing his closing comments for today.
Felix: My closing comments include several things. One of those things is that even though I gave the truth to Bill and Bea Barnhart, that they are no longer able to perform to a level that will bring them Championships, we remain friends. As for most of the wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling I know there is no amount of logic and sense that anyone can send your way to help you understand that you are a drag chute on Sin City Wrestling. Then you have the numerous cowards in Sin City Wrestling, both in the Male division and the Bombshell Division, where they have to cheat in every match, violate the rules in every match, and perpetrate attacks on their opponents in every match, while those they attack are still in their dressing rooms or in the backstage area. They are pathetic cowards and they know they only way they can possibly win wrestling matches is to physically attack their opponents before they even get into the wrestling ring. That is what we call being a coward.
Felix informs the camera person that he will give his closing comments now and then they can cut their camera feed.
Felix: So, Vincent, I come into our match to destroy you and walk away as the winner. You might be able to toss me to the mat but just as a Cat will immediately land on their feet then lunge at you with their claws and fangs whacking away at your face and body so I will do that against you. I took over for the School Of Hard Knocks that Bill Barnhart used to run so I am extremely familiar with handing the hard knocks. Vincent if you think I will back down from you then you are wrong. If you think if you can drop me to the mat and cause me to stay there then you are wrong as I will quickly jump up and beat you down. Vincent if you think anything you can do to me will cause me to lose the match you are wrong a thousand times over. Even if you were to do the normal cowardly things the Lyons Family does, which is to run-in on matches their relatives are in and they are getting the crap beat out of them so the Lyons Family has to save their family member, I will take you out so quickly that you will not remember when you came into the ring. I’m sick of pathetic cowardly jerks like you and you will find out what I am capable of at Climax Control 430. Please enjoy your time you have remaining before our match starts because once the bell rings you will get destroyed by me.
Felix begins to motion to the camera person, maybe to let him know he is done with his comments for today but Felix stops and begins speaking into the camera again.
Felix: I forgot to mention something else before I end my comments for today. Since this weekend is the Fourth of July weekend there will be a hell of a lot of fireworks going off. Vincent I want you to get used to the noise of the fireworks, and the the flashes of sparks going everywhere, because when I beat you down so hard that you cannot stand up, you cannot remember your name, it will come to you that ME, Felix THE CAT Hernandez, owned your ass in our match at Climax Control 430 and you lost the match to me. Your defeat at my hands will out-shine a full-blown fireworks celebration and from our match at Climax Control 430 going forward you will be afraid to accept another wresting match against me as you will be terrified of having to face me again.
Felix motions to the camera person that they can cut their camera feed and they cut their camera feed and the Network returns to regularly scheduled programming for this time slot.
The scene on our screen switches to a shot of the Narrator who works with Bill and Bea Barnhart and Felix Hernandez. The Narrator gives lead-in comments on their matches so we listen to what he has to say.
Narrator: I spoke with Felix Hernandez before I came live on camera and the best description I can give you of how he is feeling going into his match against Vincent Lyons is that he wants to quickly defeat Vincent AND he has some harsh words for Bill and Bea Barnhart also. Oh, don’t be concerned over Felix wanting to address Bill and Bea Barnhart. He just wants to help them get over their Mixed Tag Team loss to Lilith Locke and Kevin Carter at Climax Control 429. With my comments out of the way I now turn you over to Felix Hernandez for his comments on his match against Vincent Lyons Jr.
The scene shifts from a shot of the Narrator to a shot of Felix Hernandez sitting at a table in the room where the media and camera crew work during events at the Suplizio Field in Grand Junction, Colorado. We notice Felix is wearing regular blue jeans and that today he is wearing a University of Georgia tee shirt that has an image of their mascot UGA THE BULLDOG on the front of the shirt. For those of you who are not familiar with the University Of Georgia, located in Athens, Georgia, which is where Felix Hernandez lives, the University Of Georgia is one of the most over-powering sports college.
Felix: Hi and I thank everyone who tuned in to hear my comments leading up to my wrestling match against Vincent Lyons Junior at Climax Control 430. I decided to give comments on my upcoming match here at the Suplizio Field in Grand Junction, Colorado, by using their media room and broadcast studio is located. I decided it is best to present comments on my upcoming match here in the studio rather than sitting in my hotel room to give comments on my upcoming match. I have all I need here to present my comments for those of you who are watching. But first I am going to do something that I have rarely done since I returned to active wrestling and that is to have a conversation with Bill and Bea Barnhart before I launch into comments for the benefit of Vincent Lyons Junior. Bill and Bea are back home in Lawrenceville, Georgia, spending time with their English Bulldog Iris, but they will return to active wrestling after Climax Control 430 is done. The camera crew set up a table and computer for me to have a conversation with Bill and Bea Barnhart, via a video call, so for this portion of the presentation I will take a seat at the table and wait for Bill and Bea to join the video call so that all of you can hear what our conversation is about. The camera person here told me it would be less than two minutes and we will be in the video call.
Felix sits down at the table so he is facing his laptop computer to communicate with Bill and Bea and what they are seeing and hearing on their laptops. Felix motions that the video call is set up between him and Bill and Bea.
Felix: Hi Bill. . .Hi Bea. . .and I see Iris in the background so Hi to you also Iris!!!
Bill: Thanks for asking us for this video call so we can stay connected with you and the others in Sin City Wrestling since you are out on this location but we decided to spend some time at our home in Lawrenceville, Georgia, to spend time with Iris.
Bea: Iris is extremely happy that we took a break to spend personal time with her. I feel bad since we are on tour most of the year and it is difficult to travel with her all over the world.
Felix: Thanks for letting me know that Iris is happy you are home even if you can only be there for a short time until your next wrestling assignment. However there is another reason I wanted to have a talk with you two.
Bill: What’s on your mind Felix?
Bea: You have our curiosity twitching now.
Felix: Please don’t take offense to anything we talk about today as I am only trying to help. Bill you and I have worked together in a wrestling federation some time ago and the wrestling federation was Asylum Wrestling Alliance. I came to Asylum Wrestling Alliance just a short time before Management decided to close up the Federation so I didn’t have much time to accomplish stuff in that federation. But you Bill? I think you held Championships in Asylum Wrestling Alliance nearly twenty times when Asylum Wrestling Alliance was in operation. Bea supported you during your time in that Federation but she was not active on the Roster as a wrestler then. After some time you ended up in Sin City Wrestling with Bea as your Manager and now she is also an active wrestler in the Bombshell Division. I just came to Sin City Wrestling recently so I haven’t had much except that during my short time in Sin City Wrestling I am currently with a win-loss percentage of 37 percent in Singles competition and 27 percent overall.
Bill: Uh, Felix, I am not sure what your performance and winning percentage in Sin City Wrestling has to do with me and Bea. Do you with to elaborate on your comments?
Felix: Bill you have been active as a wrestler in Sin City Wrestling for some time and your winning percentage is average at 26 percent. It appears, to me anyway, that perhaps you are at the age where the many years of being active in wrestling has slowed you down and you are getting match after match where you wrestle fairly well but you still lose. Same goes for you Bea except that your winning percentage is 19 percent. I am curious if you two have considered retirement?
Bill: WHAT???
Bea: WHAT???
Felix: Please don’t be offended by my comments. I am simply relating the fact and the statistics on you two and maybe it is time for you two to consider retirement and let new people come in and do the active wrestling.
Bill: Please don’t take my comments the wrong way Felix but you are not going to talk me and Bea into retirement as we both enjoy wrestling and we will continue to wrestle in Sin City Wrestling until they no longer wish to use our services. But thanks for the comments and the critique of our wrestling and lower than average winning percentage.
Bea: I echo what Bill just said. We are still friends and I will continue to serve as your Manager for your matches. We have to get back to Iris now as I know we have about a week to spend time with her until the next event after Climax Control 430.
Felix thanks Bill and Bea for sharing their thoughts and comments with them and Felix is happy that Bill and Bea did not take his comments as being hard on them so they will remain friends. Felix looks into the camera for a moment to make a comment.
Felix: I ask you excuse me for a short time then I will be back to give my thoughts and comments on my match against Vincent Lyons Junior at Climax Control 430. I simply need to step out of camera range long enough to purchase some food then I will be back and talk about my match at Climax Control 430.
The Network changes the broadcast from that of Felix Hernandez and they return to the regularly scheduled programming for this time slot. The viewers entertain themselves with what the Network is showing until Felix Hernandez returns to continue his comments.
Felix returns and takes a seat in front of the camera to continue airing his comments on his upcoming match against Vincent Lyons Junior.
Felix: I wish to welcome everyone back where I continue commenting on my upcoming match at Climax Control 430. My opponent for that match is Vincent Lyons Junior. Although he comes from a family of wrestlers he is about to step into the wrestling ring with me and I will be a challenge at a level that he wasn’t expecting and he won’t be ready for me and what I bring to the ring. Yeah, okay, many of the people watching me present my side of the story, are going to laugh and insult me and they have the right to do that. Let me present the statistics for myself and Vincent Lyons Junior. I come into our match at 6 feet tall and 165 pounds while Vincent Lyons Junior comes into our match at 5 feet 11 inches and 225 pounds. I don’t have what someone could call a height advantage as I only have 1 inch of height over Vincent. Someone might call Vincent carrying 60 pounds more weight than me an advantage but the way I view our weights, especially the weight of Vincent which is 225 pounds, or 60 pounds more than I am carrying, he is carrying 60 pounds more weight around the ring than I am carrying and the extra weight he carries is the equivalent of the weight of 4 regulation bowling balls. That means Vincent will get tired and worn down quickly for having to carry that much extra weight than I am carrying into this match so it will be easy for me to defeat him by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
Felix grins into the camera.
Felix: So, Vincent, I want you to try something to prove my point. The next time you go out to do something, regardless of what that something is, I want you to hang four regulation bowling balls onto your body and see how successfully you can maneuver around without struggling and quickly becoming exhausted. While we are in our match working against each other it will be so amusing for me to watch you wear out your energy so quickly that I win our match quickly. So much for taking on too much weight eh?
Felix pauses for a moment to get a soda to drink. When he is done taking a drink he places the soda can on the table then he looks into the camera to continue with his comments.
Felix: Here is how I approach wrestling and the concepts work for everyone if they apply them properly. Here are some of the items I focus on when I am in a wrestling match regardless of who my opponent is. I always perform the best I can in wrestling matches. I never back down regardless of how large or intimidating my opponent appears to be. Often my opponents are trembling inside as they are worried they will lose to me. If my opponent manages to get me to the mat then I get up quickly and take them down and take the hurt to them. I never give up in a match unless I cannot physically continue in the match and I assure you that rarely happens. These concepts apply to every moment that every wrestler is actively involved in a wrestling match. The difference is that I quickly adapt to what is going on inside the wrestling ring while most of my opponents have no clue where they are when they are in the ring with me.
Felix pauses to again take a drink of his soda.
Felix: Vincent I cannot see any possible way you can over-power me and get the win over me by yourself. Knowing how your family works it has appeared that the only way for those in the Lyons family to win a match is by cheating, violating the rules, and obtaining interference in their matches. I will speak to our Referee before our match officially starts to ensure that they keep a close watch on you, and your family members, to prevent them from interfering in our match to cause me to take a cheap and cowardly loss to you. But you need to be informed that if you manage to distract the Referee and interfere in our match to cause me to take a loss there will be Hell to pay. I would ensure the Referee gets reprimanded for not doing their officiating job properly. I would ensure that you and others in the Lyons family will be reprimanded, fined, and possibly suspended from wrestling in Sin City Wrestling. If you and your family members have to be the cowards that you are because you cannot legally win wrestling matches then you should not be allowed to work in Sin City Wrestling any longer. Now we all sit back and see which road you and your family will take. I anticipate that the amount of time we will have to wait to see if you and your family cheats me out of a win will be less than 5 minutes into our match.
Felix stands up and walks around the table where he is broadcasting from. After a few turns around the table Felix returns to his seat and continues with his comments.
Felix: As you heard earlier in my comments I have never feared anyone that I was assigned to wrestle against. I have nothing to fear as I know what I am doing, why I am doing it, and who the wrestler is that I am doing it to. Yes you saw me go off on Bill and Bea Barnhart, two people who are my dear friends, to try to get them to retire from wrestling as they are no longer in the race. Both Bill and Bea said they want to remain active in wrestling so I left it there with them. But to get back to my match against Vincent Lyons Junior I am ready for this match. I am fully prepared to do whatever it takes to win, with the exception of cheating as I am not a cheater like most in Sin City Wrestling are, and I will emerge from our match with my hand raised in victory.
Felix finishes his drink before providing his closing comments for today.
Felix: My closing comments include several things. One of those things is that even though I gave the truth to Bill and Bea Barnhart, that they are no longer able to perform to a level that will bring them Championships, we remain friends. As for most of the wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling I know there is no amount of logic and sense that anyone can send your way to help you understand that you are a drag chute on Sin City Wrestling. Then you have the numerous cowards in Sin City Wrestling, both in the Male division and the Bombshell Division, where they have to cheat in every match, violate the rules in every match, and perpetrate attacks on their opponents in every match, while those they attack are still in their dressing rooms or in the backstage area. They are pathetic cowards and they know they only way they can possibly win wrestling matches is to physically attack their opponents before they even get into the wrestling ring. That is what we call being a coward.
Felix informs the camera person that he will give his closing comments now and then they can cut their camera feed.
Felix: So, Vincent, I come into our match to destroy you and walk away as the winner. You might be able to toss me to the mat but just as a Cat will immediately land on their feet then lunge at you with their claws and fangs whacking away at your face and body so I will do that against you. I took over for the School Of Hard Knocks that Bill Barnhart used to run so I am extremely familiar with handing the hard knocks. Vincent if you think I will back down from you then you are wrong. If you think if you can drop me to the mat and cause me to stay there then you are wrong as I will quickly jump up and beat you down. Vincent if you think anything you can do to me will cause me to lose the match you are wrong a thousand times over. Even if you were to do the normal cowardly things the Lyons Family does, which is to run-in on matches their relatives are in and they are getting the crap beat out of them so the Lyons Family has to save their family member, I will take you out so quickly that you will not remember when you came into the ring. I’m sick of pathetic cowardly jerks like you and you will find out what I am capable of at Climax Control 430. Please enjoy your time you have remaining before our match starts because once the bell rings you will get destroyed by me.
Felix begins to motion to the camera person, maybe to let him know he is done with his comments for today but Felix stops and begins speaking into the camera again.
Felix: I forgot to mention something else before I end my comments for today. Since this weekend is the Fourth of July weekend there will be a hell of a lot of fireworks going off. Vincent I want you to get used to the noise of the fireworks, and the the flashes of sparks going everywhere, because when I beat you down so hard that you cannot stand up, you cannot remember your name, it will come to you that ME, Felix THE CAT Hernandez, owned your ass in our match at Climax Control 430 and you lost the match to me. Your defeat at my hands will out-shine a full-blown fireworks celebration and from our match at Climax Control 430 going forward you will be afraid to accept another wresting match against me as you will be terrified of having to face me again.
Felix motions to the camera person that they can cut their camera feed and they cut their camera feed and the Network returns to regularly scheduled programming for this time slot.
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Climax Control Archives / I feel like Jekyll and Hyde
« Last post by JustinSmith on July 04, 2025, 05:07:16 PM »The scene opens up with Justin Smith standing in outside Whitewater Hills Vinyards in Grand Junction Colorado to enjoy a wine tasting. Before he buys a ticket, he decides to call his friend and former trainer Casey Williams.
Justin-Hey Casey, looks like I am in a tag team match with Song as my partner against LJ Kasey and Alexandra Calaway. What do you think my team’schances are?
Casey-I think you have as much a chance as they do, as I know Song and Alexandra are good wrestlers. We both know how good LJ is cuz he did beat you before. I think the odds are split on this one.”
Justin-I was thinking the same thing.
Casey-Ifigured, and I should expect you to be confident in yourself despite your record.
Justin-Yeah, and I will do my best to win the match, regardless of what needs to be done.
Casey-I’ll send Dying Breed and Hitamashii to train with you.
Justin nods and waves off the cameraman, asking him to leave so Justin can continue his conversation as the scene fades to black.
Early the very next day, Justin is seen at his rental car, on the way to the gym to meet up with Dying Breed and Hitamashii. He arrives at the gym to see Dying Breed members Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell already there sparring with each other and Hitamashii.
Andrew-You’re late!
Justin-Sorry, got lost and stuck in traffic.
Ivan-Let’s work on some different techniques.
Justin-Let’s do this!!![/b]
Andrew-At least your skill set can hopefully shine in this match!
Justin-How so?
Ivan-You are known for your power and speed, right?
Justin-Yes.
Andrew-Let us see how we can use that to your advantage in this match, given some of the guys are more agile than you. Let’s see you do a rack attack.
Justin puts Ivan on his shoulders to get into position and Justin attempts the rack attack onto Ivan.
Andrew-That’s good. Now I want to see you try it again.
Justin and Ivan get into position again and Justin’s 2nd attempt of a rack attack looks much better than the first time.
Andrew-Good job!
Dying Breed and Hitamashii continue working with Justin as the scene fades to black.
Later that night, Justin is seen at the Devil’s Kitchen for dinner, but turns to the camera with an evil look in his eyes to call out his opponents, first his male counterpart in LJ Kasey.
Justin-”LJ, we all know how talented you are. You have beaten me in the past, and we both have lost to Liam Davis. I know that I am fully capable of getting a victory over you, and that is exactly what I am going to do. It doesn’t matter if I beat you, or Song pins Alexandra, but you two will fail to get this win. I am going to do everything in my power to punish you, inflicting as much pain and agony in front of, quite frankly, your very unattractive girlfriend! There will be nothing you can do to stop me from brutality assaulting you in this match. Alexandra will be nursing you back to health by the time all is said and done, if she’s lucky. I have a whole lot of weight on my shoulders and there’s a demon inside my head ever since we faced, and I will release my inner Mr Hyde upon you like no one has seen. They have seen more the Dr. Jekyll side of me!”
Justin then orders a bone in Kansas City strip steak with Boursin mashed potatoes and asparagus for dinner with the Devil’s Kitchen reserve white wine to wash it down as he turns his attention to Alexandra Calaway.
Justin-”Alexandra, you are certainly talented, but no match for Song. I’ve seen her work, and I am glad she’s my partner, because she is dangerous. She’s my type of wrestler, one who leaves everything in the ring, and doesn’t hold back. She’s going to dish out punishment like you have never felt before, and maybe Song will make that ugly face of yours less ugly! Nonetheless, be prepared for lots and lots of pain! Song knows no fear!”
Justin’s food arrives. He starts to eat it and then turns his attention back to both LJ and Alexandra as he continues to eat, pausing to speak between bites.
Justin-”LJ, Alexandra-be prepared for the worst night in your professional careers when Song and I dominate you to the point that you guys won’t know what to do with yourselves. Song and I will do everything to make your lives a living hell, mark my words. We will haunt your dreams, and make your nightmares seem like dreams by comparison! You will be in hell inside that ring, as I am coming to avenge my defeat by LJ’s hands!”
Justin then orders the Bananas Foster for desert as he hums his theme song “Madness” by Liliac as the scene fades to black.
Justin-Hey Casey, looks like I am in a tag team match with Song as my partner against LJ Kasey and Alexandra Calaway. What do you think my team’schances are?
Casey-I think you have as much a chance as they do, as I know Song and Alexandra are good wrestlers. We both know how good LJ is cuz he did beat you before. I think the odds are split on this one.”
Justin-I was thinking the same thing.
Casey-Ifigured, and I should expect you to be confident in yourself despite your record.
Justin-Yeah, and I will do my best to win the match, regardless of what needs to be done.
Casey-I’ll send Dying Breed and Hitamashii to train with you.
Justin nods and waves off the cameraman, asking him to leave so Justin can continue his conversation as the scene fades to black.
Early the very next day, Justin is seen at his rental car, on the way to the gym to meet up with Dying Breed and Hitamashii. He arrives at the gym to see Dying Breed members Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell already there sparring with each other and Hitamashii.
Andrew-You’re late!
Justin-Sorry, got lost and stuck in traffic.
Ivan-Let’s work on some different techniques.
Justin-Let’s do this!!![/b]
Andrew-At least your skill set can hopefully shine in this match!
Justin-How so?
Ivan-You are known for your power and speed, right?
Justin-Yes.
Andrew-Let us see how we can use that to your advantage in this match, given some of the guys are more agile than you. Let’s see you do a rack attack.
Justin puts Ivan on his shoulders to get into position and Justin attempts the rack attack onto Ivan.
Andrew-That’s good. Now I want to see you try it again.
Justin and Ivan get into position again and Justin’s 2nd attempt of a rack attack looks much better than the first time.
Andrew-Good job!
Dying Breed and Hitamashii continue working with Justin as the scene fades to black.
Later that night, Justin is seen at the Devil’s Kitchen for dinner, but turns to the camera with an evil look in his eyes to call out his opponents, first his male counterpart in LJ Kasey.
Justin-”LJ, we all know how talented you are. You have beaten me in the past, and we both have lost to Liam Davis. I know that I am fully capable of getting a victory over you, and that is exactly what I am going to do. It doesn’t matter if I beat you, or Song pins Alexandra, but you two will fail to get this win. I am going to do everything in my power to punish you, inflicting as much pain and agony in front of, quite frankly, your very unattractive girlfriend! There will be nothing you can do to stop me from brutality assaulting you in this match. Alexandra will be nursing you back to health by the time all is said and done, if she’s lucky. I have a whole lot of weight on my shoulders and there’s a demon inside my head ever since we faced, and I will release my inner Mr Hyde upon you like no one has seen. They have seen more the Dr. Jekyll side of me!”
Justin then orders a bone in Kansas City strip steak with Boursin mashed potatoes and asparagus for dinner with the Devil’s Kitchen reserve white wine to wash it down as he turns his attention to Alexandra Calaway.
Justin-”Alexandra, you are certainly talented, but no match for Song. I’ve seen her work, and I am glad she’s my partner, because she is dangerous. She’s my type of wrestler, one who leaves everything in the ring, and doesn’t hold back. She’s going to dish out punishment like you have never felt before, and maybe Song will make that ugly face of yours less ugly! Nonetheless, be prepared for lots and lots of pain! Song knows no fear!”
Justin’s food arrives. He starts to eat it and then turns his attention back to both LJ and Alexandra as he continues to eat, pausing to speak between bites.
Justin-”LJ, Alexandra-be prepared for the worst night in your professional careers when Song and I dominate you to the point that you guys won’t know what to do with yourselves. Song and I will do everything to make your lives a living hell, mark my words. We will haunt your dreams, and make your nightmares seem like dreams by comparison! You will be in hell inside that ring, as I am coming to avenge my defeat by LJ’s hands!”
Justin then orders the Bananas Foster for desert as he hums his theme song “Madness” by Liliac as the scene fades to black.
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Climax Control Archives / POLICE BRUTALITY
« Last post by "Scumbag" Kevin Carter on July 04, 2025, 01:26:46 PM »
October of 2002 [ Flashback ]
Anaheim, California.
Police Station
Anaheim, California.
Police Station
Those handcuffs were quite uncomfortable. One of the only thoughts running through the teenager’s hand. No, Kevin wasn’t worried about the legal trouble he was in. He wasn’t worried about what his parents were going to say. He wasn’t worried about being expelled from school over what he did. He was just worried about how uncomfortable those cuffs were. That was until he found himself being slammed down into one of those metal chairs.
“Take a seat and don’t move!”
The words rang out from a very angry man that had planted Kevin right in that seat. For a second Kevin looked around. It was kind of like the TV shows and movies. A big investigation room. Consisting of two chairs, a table, and a door. Only one way in and one way out. Now considering his age this isn’t where he should have been. Not without his parents. Not without a lawyer. So this was already heading in a bad direction. At least for the man that had slammed him down in the chair. Officer Lee found himself with his arms folded across his chest. Glaring at the teenager.
OFFICER LEE: Do you understand the magnitude of trouble you’re in right now, boy?
KEVIN CARTER: For what? Self defense?
OFFICER LEE: Must think you’re clever or something. That wasn’t self defense!
KEVIN CARTER: I know my rights. It was self defense.
OFFICER LEE: And I know the law better than you do. It is my job. Beating another stupid over the head with a metal lunch tray is no self defense!
It was more than obvious that the teenager was getting under a grown man’s skin. All from the most simple of things. Kevin sat there in the chair with his arms behind his back, smirking at the office before him. Not helping his case at all.
OFFICER LEE: Something funny to you?!
KEVIN CARTER: Something is always funny to me. But in particular right this second? This entire situation is funny to me. From you putting me in handcuffs, dragging me down to the station, the entire bad cop attitude, and everything in between. You think it’s getting you somewhere. That’s the most hilarious part about it. Because it’s not doing shit for you.
OFFICER LEE: That right there is what is wrong with you smart punk mouth ass kids. You think you know it all. You think you have more control over things than you actually do. You think you always have a leg up on an adult, but you couldn’t be more wrong.
KEVIN CARTER: Are you done boring me with your logic?
OFFICER LEE: You little prick.
Again, the teenager’s words were enough to get under the officer’s skin. To the point that he snatched a hold of Kevin by the front of his shirt. Yanking him out of the chair. Turning to slam the young man up against the wall. Kevin didn’t seem to be phased at all. Keeping that smirk across his lips.
KEVIN CARTER: Man. My parents are going to love to hear that you keep putting your hands on me. And I’m sure some of the best lawyers in the state of california would love to jump on a case about an officer abusing a minor and using his authority to do so.
OFFICER LEE: At the age of seventeen and in the state of California. You can be charged as a minor for what you did. It could ruin your education. You could never graduate. You won’t be seeing mommy or daddy for a very long time. It’ll ruin opportunity after opportunity for you. You’ll never become anything when you get out from behind bars. Is that really the road you want to take? Do you really want to end up being a deadbeat to society?!
KEVIN CARTER: Aw look at you trying so very hard to try and scare me. It’s kind of cute.
That smugness just oozes out of the young man. Further only landing himself in hot water with this officer. Not that it made a bit of a difference to the teenager.
KEVIN CARTER: Are you trying to say you’re charging me? Because this entire time you’ve asked me questions without a lawyer present and you’ve yet to read me my rights. Just making mistake after mistake. How does someone like you? How does Someone so incompetent manage to get that badge?!
OFFICER LEE: You’re really lucky right now, kid. Real lucky right now that I’m holding back.
KEVIN CARTER: I think the only one that’s lucky right now is you. Because you know as well as I know. Any other situation. Outside of that outfit. Without that badge. Without these handcuffs keeping me shackled. I would have beat your ass by now.
Of course that smug smirk remained on the teenager’s expression. Everything about the kid just told a story that he believed everything that was coming out of his mouth and felt like he had some kind of control over the situation at hand. Only adding to the frustration for the officer. His grip got a little tighter on the front of Kevin’s shirt. Allowing himself to get into the teenager’s face a little more. Speaking in quite the low tone as if it was meant to be more intimidating.
OFFICER LEE: Cute to think so kid. Sadly for you that’s just a fever dream, but you’re about to really find out who is in control here. When I ruin your life at such a young age, you little prick.
No sooner than those words came out of the officer’s mouth. The door to that room came flying open. Another officer could be seen standing there in the doorway. Glaring over at the two of them.
CHIEF WILLARD: Lee! Get your hands off that young man.
OFFICER LEE: Chief. You don’t understand...
CHIEF WILLARD: I said take your hands off him! His parents are out here in the lobby!
A frustrated sigh left the officer’s lips. His grip on the teenager had been released. Kevin’s smirk found itself getting a little wider. Almost like he had known he was going to be right all along. With the chief of police heading back out the door and the other officer starting to follow behind. That smart ass teenager just couldn’t help himself. Popping off one last time at the mouth.
KEVIN CARTER: You are about to find out that police aint shit. Can’t wait to have your career and your livelihood in the palm of my hand!
Those words had the officer stopping in his tracks. His expression showed more frustration than before. For no other reason than he was starting to realize that he couldn’t do anything about the situation that was taking place. There might have even been some inkling in the back of his head this career might’ve been in some trouble. Out the door he walked shaking his head. Leaving the teenager alone for the time being. With that smug smirk on his lips. Kevin walked away from the wall and took a seat in the chair, waiting for it to all resolve itself like he knew it would.
July 3rd, 2025
Los Angeles, California
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Los Angeles, California
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Tank was barking up a storm. All thanks to the sound of the wheels of the suitcases rolling across the floor. Both Lilith and Kevin dragged their bags from the bedroom down the hallway. In just a few short hours they would be headed for Colorado. Another title defense was set to take place for the Internet Champion himself. Meanwhile it was a situation where Lilith had some of her own business to handle. Kevin leaned his bag against the wall by the front door. Pulling out his phone from his pocket to look at something on it.
KEVIN CARTER: Our flight is at three.
LILITH LOCKE: Plenty of time to get to the airport.
KEVIN CARTER: If I do not change my mind between now and then.
LILITH LOCKE: Why would you change your mind between now and then? This is a scheduled title defense. No way around that.
KEVIN CARTER: There is always a way around things Lilith. You just need to start thinking outside the box more. Not everything is so black and white.
There was a slight shake of his head. The man started to walk away from the front door heading towards the kitchen area. He could hear not only Lilith’s footsteps behind him, but his dog following along as well. Making it to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.
KEVIN CARTER: As far as why would I change my mind? Better question you should ask is why shouldn’t I change my mind? Look at the grand scheme of things.
Untwisting the cap to his bottle of water. He began to take a swig from it. Lilith crossing her arms and just eyeballing him a bit. Trying to make sense of the situation.
LILITH LOCKE: I guess, I just don’t get it?
KEVIN CARTER: There’s two problems with this situation Lilith. First and foremost, I am being forced to defend my championship. Two weeks before the next big supercard. Do you see anyone else being forced to do so two weeks before?! Do you see anyone else having someone like Alexander Raven breathing down their fucking necks?! And do you see anyone else being in a situation where they have to keep eyes in the back of their head just for a title defense?!
LILITH LOCKE: ... No?
KEVIN CARTER: My point exactly. Once again Christian and Mark are just swinging their tiny peckers around. Because they can. Putting me in an unfair position. And for what? Because, I am steam rolling everyone they put in front of me? Because they want to make me feel some kind of pressure? Because they’d rather back someone like Alexander who has made it known more than once he doesn’t give a shit about them or this company? It’s an attack against me. An unfair attack at that. And if I just happen to not show up. What the hell are they really going to do about it?
LILITH LOCKE: Well, we both know the answer to that question. They’re going to strip you of the Internet Championship. Something you worked hard for. Why would you be so silly to put yourself in a situation like that? You see what I mean. You’re not making much sense.
KEVIN CARTER: I don’t have to make sense to you or anyone else. I just have to make sense to myself and that’s all that matters.
Placing the cap back on the bottle. He opened the fridge to toss it back inside. Before bringing his attention right back to her.
KEVIN CARTER: And if they did strip me. What the hell are they gonna do with it? Put it up for grabs in a mediocre multi man match? Go out of their way to hand it to someone like Miles further proving their clear favoritism once again towards a man that doesn’t know how to get his head out of his ass and succeed on his own?
LILITH LOCKE: They could just reward Liam with the championship.
KEVIN CARTER: The jackoff that shouldn’t have had the title shot to begin with?! That’s the whole other reason I am considering not showing up. How the hell do they hand someone who has two wins? Two wins over non significant and important people a fucking title shot?! How do they give someone a title shot that likely won’t even be here three months from now?!
LILITH LOCKE: I don’t have an answer to that question, Kevin.
KEVIN CARTER: I know you don’t and it isn’t up to you to have an answer. But the whole fucking problem is that the two morons running this place wouldn’t have an answer either. They’ve got no idea what they’re doing and it shows every goddamn week. It’s showing this week. And I’m tired of it!
Once again the champion shook his head.
LILITH LOCKE: So, then what are you going to do?
KEVIN CARTER: Guess, you’ll find out like everyone else.
Frustration was starting to boil over for the Internet Champion. As history had shown in the past, it could be a very bad thing for whomever was standing in his cross hairs. Assuming that the Internet Champion found it ‘worth’ his time in the long run to actually show up. There was a very good chance that Liam Davis was going to find himself in a bad way from the jump. This could end up being the first and last chance Liam is ever featured in the limelight again when the Scumbag is done with him.
July 5th, 2025
Grand Junction, Colorado
Suplizio Field
Grand Junction, Colorado
Suplizio Field
The shot found itself starting to slowly fade in. Night had fallen, but thanks to the bright lights of the stadium. It has become very easy to make out the Suplizio Field. In fact the pitching mound was becoming the primary focus. All thanks to someone walking right towards it. With the shot getting a little closer and a little clear, it was revealed to be none other than the Internet Champion himself, Kevin Carter. Quite possibly wearing the most ridiculous outfit possible. A baseball Los Angeles Dodgers baseball jersey intentionally left unbutton to showcase the Internet Championship around his waist.
The LA Laker basketball shorts didn’t match at all, but those were on and barely hanging to his waist. A chain-link oversized type of necklace hanging off his neck. With a Los Angeles Rams fitted cap turned to the side. And the retro Jordan 12s to complete the outfit. Nothing out there could have made him look any more ridiculous and he had to have known that. Nevertheless he finally found himself taking the middle of that pitcher’s mound. Letting his eyes find the recording cameras. His usual smart ass smug smirk starts to cross over his expression.
“I know, I know. Right now I look pretty fucking dumb. But I assure you there is always a method to my madness. It’ll all make sense soon enough. Which is why I am not here to waste any time. It has been announced that this Sunday. I will be forced to defend my Internet Championship once again. Forced to defend my championship against someone by the name of Liam Davis. Basically, I am being forced to defend my championship against someone that has been here for all of a cup of coffee.”
Taking a second to shake his head from side to side. Some very clear undertones that he wasn’t exactly happy with the decision being made.
“Now before anyone gets their panties in a bunch. Because I know it’s coming. Being forced to defend my championship. That’s not really a problem for me. I’ve made it clear I’ll be a fighting champion. That’s more than some champions we have now and some we’ve had in the past. This defense will make it number five. More times than some previous champions ever defended it. Well on my way to becoming one of the longest reigning champions of this title’s history. Over a hundred and fifty days clocked in. The problem I have with this defense is. Number one.”
“I’ve got a psychopath breathing down my neck. Well let me rephrase that. I’ve got a fake psychopath breathing down my neck. A guy that’s so obsessed with being spooky and scary. Desperately wanting me to fear him. And because I am not buying into any of that. It’s a bitter pill for him to swallow. Making him a little more on edge. Making him lash out a bit. So, as far as I am concerned. I have to grow eyes in the back of my head for this to even be a fair title defense. There’s no doubt in my mind. First chance Raven got. He would screw me out of my championship. Just to say he did something worth talking about.”
Of course this was going to be the narrative that he painted. Anything and everything he could to make himself sound like a victim. Even when the reality was Kevin brought a lot of this on himself to begin with. Something he was not going to take credit for. Not even close.
“I’m not the only one that knows that. So does Mark. So does Christian. They know he will be lurking in the dark, but they don’t care about what kind of unfair advantage that puts me at. In fact, if it meant the championship was no longer around my waist. They’d turn a blind eye to it and celebrate in private. That’s what kind of horrible people we have for bosses of a very profitable company. But then again, these are also the same men that chose to make this a match to begin with. Which is the second reason I have a problem with this title defense.”
“Like I said Liam has been here for all of a cup of coffee and he’s being rewarded with a title shot. Only three matches into his career here?! Meanwhile when I came back. I went almost six months. Maybe even more before I was even considered for championship opportunities. Do you people really not see the selective favoritism our bosses constantly choose to show? Of course they don’t. I’m always the one making shit up. I’m always the one that’s delusional. I’m always the one that’s lying. According to them and everyone else. But seriously, what the hell has this idiot done to deserve a title shot?!”
Carter left those eyebrows of his remained arched up in a questioning manner. It was a valid question had it been any other situation. Had it been anyone else. Then it would have been a question that got an answer. Hell, had it been anyone else this likely wouldn’t have even been happening. It was that narrative he was painting that they were just out to get him.
“Are you really going to say that his first two matches were that impressive? Are you really going to tell me that the two wins he has to his name have some ground for him to stand on? For crying out loud. Liam beat LJ Kasey and Justin Smith. Tell me who the hell hasn’t beaten them. We all know that Justin is a walking talking punching bag for the entire roster. Only person that has ever lost to him in recent memory is Bill Barnhart and that tells you all it needs to tell you right there. And as far as LJ goes? Anyone from the Kasey family is a fucking joke.”
“Defeating them doesn’t have any weight or significance to it. Nor should it ever be a damn thing where it dictates who gets a championship shot and who doesn’t. If that’s how this worked. If that’s how things were. If that was the merit and the standard to rewarding people. Then we would be seeing people like Logan Hunter getting consistent World Championship shots. Once again this just shows that this company and the men running it have no idea what the hell they are doing. They’re constantly doing dumb shit like this. Once again letting someone have something they don’t deserve to have.”
“And in the process of doing that. It’s allowing them to think that they’ve got some kind of stake in the company now. I am willing to bet anything that just handing this title shot to Liam has him thinking he’s a big deal. Has him believing that he’s going to be a force around here. I’d even be willing to bet that Liam has it already in his mind that he’s going to be able to go the distance to defeat me. He’s already got it in his head that he’s walking out of this Sunday with the Internet Championship around his waist. This is what happens when you just grant people things without making them work for it. You make them delusional!”
There was quite a bit of frustration that consumed the voice of the Internet Champion. Frustration that would no doubt end up falling upon deaf ears. As it always did. He paced himself back and forth on that mound.
“Although, this is partly Mark and Christian’s fault. Their decision making results in things like this. I do have to admit that they’re only half at fault. Liam was already a nut case when he signed his name to the contract. I mean seriously, this whole cop thing? This whole using wrestling as a way to help with ‘anger management issues’ as it was put. Is his brain locked into a timeline of the seventies and eighties with professional wrestling? You know where you saw the stupidest and goofiest of characters?”
“Repo men, Indians, and Clowns. And haven’t we already seen men claim to be police officers in this business? Especially during that time period? So not only are you a liar. Not only are you someone that can easily be considered a goof. It also seems to me, Liam. That you do not have an original bone in your body. No creativity to you whatsoever. Just rehashed shit we have already seen somewhere else throughout history. Yet you get rewarded with a title shot against me... Fantastic.”
Carter rolled his eyes a bit. Further displaying his frustration and overall annoyance by the man he was set to face off against.
“Let’s say that I want to go ahead and play along with this idea that you are a police officer. Let’s say that I am going to go ahead and believe this story you are telling us. Do you not realize how dangerous that actually is for you? There are plenty of people out there Liam that do not like law enforcement. They do not respect law enforcement. I’m one of those people. I don’t even respect the rules and regulations of the damn company we work for. You think I am going to give a shit about your badge? You think I’m going to bow at your feet because you hold some kind of higher power outside these four walls? You think that I am going to cower in fear because you think you’re above the law yourself?”
“Nah, that’s not going to happen. It’s not even going to be close to happening. Not when I remember the first time I encountered the law. I was a seventeen year old boy. Officer tried to bully me. Tried to swing that badge in my face. Tried to make me feel his authority. And more than anything else. Tried to make it seem like law enforcement was leaps and bounds above everything and everyone else. Told him then, what I’d tell him or any officer now. Take the badge off. Meet me in the streets. Let’s see just how big and bad you really are. So really when you think about it Liam. You should consider yourself lucky that I am calling this nothing more than a gimmick. Otherwise you could find yourself really getting hurt!”
The narrowed expression said it all for Carter. He was not backing down from his beliefs. Not even a little bit. Therefore making it clear it was going to be a long night for the man he was set to face.
“Or maybe just maybe... His mind time locked to the mid to late two thousands? This is where we are expected to buy into the voices in his head are what made him do it. That’s what we’re meant to buy into and believe right? We’re going to hear something outlandish when it comes to some kind of mental disorder. Don’t they call it intermittent explosive disorder? Or some stupid shit like that. Not to mention what the hell do you have to be so angry about huh? What has you so triggered that you need to come into wrestling to work out all this frustration?”
“Surely, it can’t be about being a sad lonely fuck right? After all, you’ve felt the need to tell anyone and everyone who would listen how useless you see relationships. Not that anyone gave a fuck or cared to have your opinion on the matter. The reason you’re angry and frustrated surely can’t be because of people like me. After all, it was a couple of weeks ago in your pointless match with Justin. You brought my name up and slobbered all over it like a big fat dick. About how you didn’t respect me. Wouldn’t respect me. Yada yada. I had nothing to do with the situation. But felt the need to bring my name up.”
“Kind of like you just wanted drama to come your way and that’s exactly what you got. No need to backtrack from it now. But of course that can’t be why you’re angry right? It can’t be why you’re frustrated? My existence can’t bother you that much. But you know what Liam? It’s not really going to matter why you are angry. It’s not going to matter why you are frustrated. It isn’t going to make a lick of difference that you are using wrestling to work out all these issues. Because when this match is over with. I got a good feeling. You’re going to go running far, far away from SCW.”
“As you are never going to want to ever face me again. You’re never going to want to be subjected to what I intend to do to you ever again. You are never going to want to ever experience having your ego shattered into millions of pieces ever again. And when you do, tuck your tail between your legs. The very second you go running for the hills to never be seen again. I can confidently say. It’ll ultimately be the smartest thing you ever did!”
Once again the narrowed expression of his locked on with the recording cameras. Surely everything that was said wouldn’t settle right with Liam. It was going to be a situation where he’d want to prove the Internet Champion wrong, but could he actually make that happen was the question.
“But that finally brings me back to this outfit. The look. How ridiculous it all is. I decided that for once in my career here. It’s time for me to relax a little. Time for me to have some fun. Time for me to be more than just the usual dickhead that you all see week in and week out. It’s time for me to not take something so serious. Considering the two men that run this company don’t take me seriously at all if they’re going to make me face a joke like this. Guess you could say this is going to be a once in a lifetime experience for every single one of you. Now drop that beat!”
Following those words coming out of his mouth. Almost right away there was a very generic hip hop beat that began to play over those speakers of the empty field. Carter cleared his throat for a brief moment before beginning to make a fool out of himself.
“So rumor has it.
I'm facing what the kids nowadays.
Call a serial capper.
Figured the only way to combat that
Is to become something I’m not.
A famous rapper.”
“They say...
He is a man of the law.
A man with some real authority.
But when it comes to beating me.
Not many have your back.
Just a small minority.”
“And who's to blame for that?
You could have more fans.
Yet, you don't want a relationship.
Guess it'll just be a silent arena.
As I beat your ass. To retain...
My Championship!”
“This whole fake cop persona.
It's laughable at best. Especially when
We all know you wouldn't make it past
The Academy's Application Process!”
I'm facing what the kids nowadays.
Call a serial capper.
Figured the only way to combat that
Is to become something I’m not.
A famous rapper.”
“They say...
He is a man of the law.
A man with some real authority.
But when it comes to beating me.
Not many have your back.
Just a small minority.”
“And who's to blame for that?
You could have more fans.
Yet, you don't want a relationship.
Guess it'll just be a silent arena.
As I beat your ass. To retain...
My Championship!”
“This whole fake cop persona.
It's laughable at best. Especially when
We all know you wouldn't make it past
The Academy's Application Process!”
Carter had stopped his ‘rap’ skills for a moment. Smirking from ear to ear. Clearly having fun making a mockery out of the man he was set to defend his championship against in just a few days. The thing was the Scumbag was the only one that would find this amusing. To everyone else it was cringe and in some retrospect just downright disrespectful to Liam Davis. That smirk started to fade as he appeared the man was far from done with this new found talent of his.
“And now you're a wrestler.
Believing you got a chance against me.
Not realizing I'll punch you in the face.
Harder than a prime Muhammad Ali!”
“Last time I checked.
You could go to prison.
For impersonating a cop.
But don't you worry Liam.
I keep my finger on the trigger.
We call that a desk pop.”
“I'm calling it what it is.
You're just a gimmick.
A fake. A phony.
You're full of bells and whistles.
But when it comes to me.
I'm real and authentic.
Carrying a tongue so deadly.
It’s like nuclear missiles!”
“To wrap it all up Liam.
This Sunday... You're facing a dose of reality.
With a beating so bad.
You call it police brutality!”
Believing you got a chance against me.
Not realizing I'll punch you in the face.
Harder than a prime Muhammad Ali!”
“Last time I checked.
You could go to prison.
For impersonating a cop.
But don't you worry Liam.
I keep my finger on the trigger.
We call that a desk pop.”
“I'm calling it what it is.
You're just a gimmick.
A fake. A phony.
You're full of bells and whistles.
But when it comes to me.
I'm real and authentic.
Carrying a tongue so deadly.
It’s like nuclear missiles!”
“To wrap it all up Liam.
This Sunday... You're facing a dose of reality.
With a beating so bad.
You call it police brutality!”
To make matters worse and push it over the edge with the ‘cringe’ feel. Carter crossed his arms across his chest as if it was some kind of ‘cool’ pose. By then the generic hip hop beat was starting to die down. What the cameras just captured, what Liam was going to have to endure, and what the fans were going to have to digest with this was a lot. But that’s where the shot found itself starting to zoom out a little at a time before completely fading to black. With the stage set on just exactly how the Internet Champion viewed this entire ordeal.
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Climax Control Archives / Lions and Housecats
« Last post by Vincent Lyons Jr on July 04, 2025, 04:14:51 AM »Vincent Lyons Jr was growing tired of loss after loss. It wasn't for a lack of trying, so was he perhaps not good enough? Why couldn't he pick up any victories in weeks and why couldn't he beat Jayden Harris? Even worse than all his losses he was bringing his sister down with him, she had been suffering her worst run in a while.
Something needed to change because if there's one thing Vincent Lyons Junior knew he wasn't, it was a loser. He was the one that was chosen first when the Lyons Den started its new generation all those years ago and he had won all those championships way back when he and Victoria were in World Wrestling Headquarters.
But now if the steaks felt higher, Sin City wrestling was no World Wrestling headquarters the competition was tougher and everybody just seem to hit a little bit harder.
Something in Vincent Lyons Jr needed to change perhaps he needed to be more vicious more ruthless.
Whatever it was he was going to find it so at Summer Xxxtreme he could put an end to Jayden Harris once and for all.[/i]
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He and Victoria had spent most of the day cleaning up the old greenhouse, though Victoria had wanted to keep the dead decaying flowers. She seemed to find some sort of charm in them. She wanted this place to be some sort of new base of operations for them, and who was he to argue? All he was really concerned about was Jayden Harris and the Summer XXXtreme match in the Lyons den.
He looked over to her as her gaze was on a small patch of dead orchids, and she caught his glance.
“Everything go okay over there little brother.” she asked.
“Yes. I'm fine.” Vincent replied “Sorry this whole Jayden situation, need to handle it and I will I just need some air.”
Before waiting on a reply he walked down the pathways and left the greenhouse finding a nice comfortable bench to sit on in front of it to do some thinking about his own future.
What started as him simply defending his sister's honor had turned into a full on war, a war that Vincent had yet to win a battle in.
He had won some fights and left Jayden laid out cold, but he had yet to get his name called as the winner of an official match.
That needed to change, and that would change at Summer Xxxtreme onboard the Princess Cruise.
He had his own concerns about the ship, the last time he was on a boat things didn't go so well. But Victoria reminded him that the Princess Cruise was not some little dingy boat. The chances of this cruise ship crashing were slim and even if it did there would be actual professional safety measures in place.
He exhaled heavily and looked toward the greenhouse. Victoria was still in there somewhere probably rummaging through her own thoughts about what she had going on with Kate Steele and Young Justice, Harper Mason in particular.
She would overcome she always did, whatever bumps she might face along the way, she always came out still Bombshell Roulette champion when it was all said and done.
As much as he would tell Jayden he wasn't concerned about the Championships, he knew deep down that he did want one himself. It didn't even need to be the World Championship or the Internet Championship for that matter, honestly becoming the Roulette Champion of the male division and standing alongside Victoria as twin roulette champions would feel something like a dream come true, or even better perhaps Christian Underwood and Mark Ward would finally figure out something for the Mixed tag titles and he could help her win those back and stand beside her as her proper tag team partner, one that wouldn't fail her like Eddie had.
But first he had to take out Jayden Harris he couldn't focus on anything else until this war with Jayden was done, then he could figure out how he can stand alongside his sister as a champion.
God he hated that Jayden Harris.
A gruff exhale exited his lips has he heard his sister's voice
“Hey Vin, you get enough air?” she said
He turned to look at her.
“Oh hey Vic yeah I'm fine.” he told her.
She looked at him and it was a look as though she didn't quite believe him.
“You sure about that? You left kind of hastily.” she said.
Vincent exhaled heavily.
“I just don't know if I could take another loss to Jayden.” he told her “I need to win that Summer Xxxtreme match. I made it our match our family specialty and if I lose this time does that mean Jayden Harris is right?”
She looked at him her eyebrows furrowed an expression of disapproval.
“Don't you even talk like that.” she said “Remember you're already winning the bigger game against Jayden, and he doesn't even realize it you're in his head and the thought of you drives him crazy and that is your true victory.”
“He covered us in shit.” Vincent told her as though she didn't remember.
The expression on her face and the quiver of her lip told Vincent that she did in fact remember that exact moment.
“He did.” she said with a heavy exhale and a nod “But he did it because he had to because he has nothing left so he had to become Johnny Knoxville, because Jayden Harris is nothing more than a jackass.”
She was right and he knew it but he still wanted to have his name etched has the victor but she continued to remind him to not let losses get to him just as she wasn't letting those get to hers and suggested that perhaps his match with Felix Hernandez should be his warm up so he can let out whatever he needs to and then have his full focus on Jayden.
He suggested that they could crash Eddies wedding for fun, but Victoria reminded him that that would just be another distraction and that they likely weren't wanted anyway because Eddie who was their family didn't even send them a personal invite, only lumping them in with that invite on X that he sent to the entire roster.
He had to win against Jayden and he needed no distractions he would win this one he would this was the one he needed to win and that's exactly what he would do but for now something his sister said did well to make even him feel like a kid again.
“Come on let's go back to the house, mom said she was going to make her chocolate chip cookies.” Victoria said.
Those were his absolute favorite and he loved his mother dearly, he followed Victoria along the pathways they drifted back to the main house where he could already smell the scent of the cookies in the air.
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Vincent pushed into the kitchen just ahead of Victoria as their mother greeted them.
“There's my sweet little angels.” she said “I knew the two of you would turn up for the cookie sooner or later some things never change.”
“Thanks!” they both said in unison.
Vincent swooped a cookie quickly and gleefully.
“Oh you put extra chocolate chips in them this time.” he said “You're the best mom ever.”
“Well you are my sweet little boy.” she replied with a smile as he bit into his cookie and then he was transported somewhere else, to another time in his life.
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A young Vincent sat in the kitchen with his mom enjoying one of her delicious chocolate chip cookies that he had always loved so much.
“Thanks for the cookie mom!” he said “Delicious as always!”
“Well thank you Vincent.” she said “You're so sweet, so you ready for 6th grade?”
“Yeah.” he said “It's going to be exciting did you hear Victoria made leadership?”
“I did, and I'm extremely proud of her she's always been a great leader.” his mother said.
“Yeah she has.” Vincent agreed.
“But don't forget, she's going to need you.” his mother said looking him in the eyes.
“Me?” Vincent asked.
“Yes you.” his mother said “You are her brother, you need to make sure no one will cause her harm or bring her any ill will. You need to be her protector.”
“I would never let anybody harm Victoria.” Vincent said.
“Nor should you.” his mother continued. “You need to always be there beside her. You need to make sure no harm comes to her.”
“I will.” said Vincent, “I promise.”
“That's good.” she said “Remember just like your father says, your bond should never be broken. You are the protector, and you are the one that will keep her safe.”
“I promise.” Mom he said “I will always protect Victoria.”
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And then he was back in his home kitchen enjoying a cookie looking across to his sister Victoria enjoying a cookie of her own and then her days met his he could see her whisper something under her breath as he whispered to himself.
“I am your protector.” he said.
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The cameras fade open to find Vincent alone standing outside the family greenhouse, for a moment before he starts speaking.
“You have found yourself in a really really unfortunate position Felix.” Vincent began. “You have found yourself going against a force that simply doesn't care about you. Jayden Harris is my prime target, but right now you have been placed in my path so I need to make an example out of you, and show Jayden Harris that this time he's not ready for what's coming for him at Summer Xxxtreme.
He laughs to himself.
“Jayden thinks he's ahead because he has a few victories over me.” said Vincent “But he's becoming too content, too confident and that is when I'm going to make my kill shot. That is when the execution of Jayden Harris will be completed.”
Another laugh.
“But I should be talking about you right Felix?” said Vincent “You're my opponent this week or rather you're my victim this week. Because quite honestly I don't think anybody really cares about Felix The Cat Hernandez, you're just some loser who hangs around with the Barnharts and that just speaks for itself. I guess birds of a feather right?”
He shrugs.
“You need to understand one thing Felix.” Vincent continued “I am going to make an example out of you. I am the lion, and you're just a housecat. I am the apex predator of SCW, you are going to provide the perfect snack, the perfect warm up before I finish Jayden Harris for good.”
He takes a short moment to pause.
“The truth is you're a joke Felix.” said Vincent “And very few people are even laughing. I'm not here to make anybody laugh. I'm here to hurt people and I'm here to cause destruction. I am here to hurt peoples feelings. Understand that Victoria and myself are the only people that matter to me in this company. I could care less about the well-being of anybody else especially someone like you Felix”.
He exhales.
“I mean come on do you really think you have a chance?” said Vincent “Your whole little squad is comprised of nothing but losers. All talk and nothing to back it up you can't hang with the sharks Felix, and you can't hang with the predatory cats like myself.”
His face grows into a cocky expression.
“You saw what I did to Jayden on Climax Control.” Vincent said "You saw what I did to Helluva Bottom Carter last month. So if you think you're safe, you need to rethink that Felix. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to enjoy doing it. But you know who you should blame for what's coming for you Felix. You should blame Jayden Harris."
He licks his lips, keeping the smirk on his face.
“Because I'm going to use you to send a message to him.” said Vincent “See that's all you are to me. A message. Not a competitor, not even an equal. You are going to be a victim and there's nothing you can do about it. So just accept what's coming to you and then I'll throw you back out to the trash where you belong.”
He takes a few steps forward moving closer to the camera.
“I know you didn't ask for this Felix.” Vincent said “But I don't care. It's going to happen to you anyway. You really should just make it easier on yourself and just let it happen. Or don't it'll be more fun for me that way.”
He laughs again.
“At Climax Control Felix..” Vincent said “The primal lion is going to maul the housecat.”
He glared into the camera with a snarl exiting his lips as everything faded to black
Something needed to change because if there's one thing Vincent Lyons Junior knew he wasn't, it was a loser. He was the one that was chosen first when the Lyons Den started its new generation all those years ago and he had won all those championships way back when he and Victoria were in World Wrestling Headquarters.
But now if the steaks felt higher, Sin City wrestling was no World Wrestling headquarters the competition was tougher and everybody just seem to hit a little bit harder.
Something in Vincent Lyons Jr needed to change perhaps he needed to be more vicious more ruthless.
Whatever it was he was going to find it so at Summer Xxxtreme he could put an end to Jayden Harris once and for all.[/i]
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He and Victoria had spent most of the day cleaning up the old greenhouse, though Victoria had wanted to keep the dead decaying flowers. She seemed to find some sort of charm in them. She wanted this place to be some sort of new base of operations for them, and who was he to argue? All he was really concerned about was Jayden Harris and the Summer XXXtreme match in the Lyons den.
He looked over to her as her gaze was on a small patch of dead orchids, and she caught his glance.
“Everything go okay over there little brother.” she asked.
“Yes. I'm fine.” Vincent replied “Sorry this whole Jayden situation, need to handle it and I will I just need some air.”
Before waiting on a reply he walked down the pathways and left the greenhouse finding a nice comfortable bench to sit on in front of it to do some thinking about his own future.
What started as him simply defending his sister's honor had turned into a full on war, a war that Vincent had yet to win a battle in.
He had won some fights and left Jayden laid out cold, but he had yet to get his name called as the winner of an official match.
That needed to change, and that would change at Summer Xxxtreme onboard the Princess Cruise.
He had his own concerns about the ship, the last time he was on a boat things didn't go so well. But Victoria reminded him that the Princess Cruise was not some little dingy boat. The chances of this cruise ship crashing were slim and even if it did there would be actual professional safety measures in place.
He exhaled heavily and looked toward the greenhouse. Victoria was still in there somewhere probably rummaging through her own thoughts about what she had going on with Kate Steele and Young Justice, Harper Mason in particular.
She would overcome she always did, whatever bumps she might face along the way, she always came out still Bombshell Roulette champion when it was all said and done.
As much as he would tell Jayden he wasn't concerned about the Championships, he knew deep down that he did want one himself. It didn't even need to be the World Championship or the Internet Championship for that matter, honestly becoming the Roulette Champion of the male division and standing alongside Victoria as twin roulette champions would feel something like a dream come true, or even better perhaps Christian Underwood and Mark Ward would finally figure out something for the Mixed tag titles and he could help her win those back and stand beside her as her proper tag team partner, one that wouldn't fail her like Eddie had.
But first he had to take out Jayden Harris he couldn't focus on anything else until this war with Jayden was done, then he could figure out how he can stand alongside his sister as a champion.
God he hated that Jayden Harris.
A gruff exhale exited his lips has he heard his sister's voice
“Hey Vin, you get enough air?” she said
He turned to look at her.
“Oh hey Vic yeah I'm fine.” he told her.
She looked at him and it was a look as though she didn't quite believe him.
“You sure about that? You left kind of hastily.” she said.
Vincent exhaled heavily.
“I just don't know if I could take another loss to Jayden.” he told her “I need to win that Summer Xxxtreme match. I made it our match our family specialty and if I lose this time does that mean Jayden Harris is right?”
She looked at him her eyebrows furrowed an expression of disapproval.
“Don't you even talk like that.” she said “Remember you're already winning the bigger game against Jayden, and he doesn't even realize it you're in his head and the thought of you drives him crazy and that is your true victory.”
“He covered us in shit.” Vincent told her as though she didn't remember.
The expression on her face and the quiver of her lip told Vincent that she did in fact remember that exact moment.
“He did.” she said with a heavy exhale and a nod “But he did it because he had to because he has nothing left so he had to become Johnny Knoxville, because Jayden Harris is nothing more than a jackass.”
She was right and he knew it but he still wanted to have his name etched has the victor but she continued to remind him to not let losses get to him just as she wasn't letting those get to hers and suggested that perhaps his match with Felix Hernandez should be his warm up so he can let out whatever he needs to and then have his full focus on Jayden.
He suggested that they could crash Eddies wedding for fun, but Victoria reminded him that that would just be another distraction and that they likely weren't wanted anyway because Eddie who was their family didn't even send them a personal invite, only lumping them in with that invite on X that he sent to the entire roster.
He had to win against Jayden and he needed no distractions he would win this one he would this was the one he needed to win and that's exactly what he would do but for now something his sister said did well to make even him feel like a kid again.
“Come on let's go back to the house, mom said she was going to make her chocolate chip cookies.” Victoria said.
Those were his absolute favorite and he loved his mother dearly, he followed Victoria along the pathways they drifted back to the main house where he could already smell the scent of the cookies in the air.
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Vincent pushed into the kitchen just ahead of Victoria as their mother greeted them.
“There's my sweet little angels.” she said “I knew the two of you would turn up for the cookie sooner or later some things never change.”
“Thanks!” they both said in unison.
Vincent swooped a cookie quickly and gleefully.
“Oh you put extra chocolate chips in them this time.” he said “You're the best mom ever.”
“Well you are my sweet little boy.” she replied with a smile as he bit into his cookie and then he was transported somewhere else, to another time in his life.
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A young Vincent sat in the kitchen with his mom enjoying one of her delicious chocolate chip cookies that he had always loved so much.
“Thanks for the cookie mom!” he said “Delicious as always!”
“Well thank you Vincent.” she said “You're so sweet, so you ready for 6th grade?”
“Yeah.” he said “It's going to be exciting did you hear Victoria made leadership?”
“I did, and I'm extremely proud of her she's always been a great leader.” his mother said.
“Yeah she has.” Vincent agreed.
“But don't forget, she's going to need you.” his mother said looking him in the eyes.
“Me?” Vincent asked.
“Yes you.” his mother said “You are her brother, you need to make sure no one will cause her harm or bring her any ill will. You need to be her protector.”
“I would never let anybody harm Victoria.” Vincent said.
“Nor should you.” his mother continued. “You need to always be there beside her. You need to make sure no harm comes to her.”
“I will.” said Vincent, “I promise.”
“That's good.” she said “Remember just like your father says, your bond should never be broken. You are the protector, and you are the one that will keep her safe.”
“I promise.” Mom he said “I will always protect Victoria.”
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And then he was back in his home kitchen enjoying a cookie looking across to his sister Victoria enjoying a cookie of her own and then her days met his he could see her whisper something under her breath as he whispered to himself.
“I am your protector.” he said.
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The cameras fade open to find Vincent alone standing outside the family greenhouse, for a moment before he starts speaking.
“You have found yourself in a really really unfortunate position Felix.” Vincent began. “You have found yourself going against a force that simply doesn't care about you. Jayden Harris is my prime target, but right now you have been placed in my path so I need to make an example out of you, and show Jayden Harris that this time he's not ready for what's coming for him at Summer Xxxtreme.
He laughs to himself.
“Jayden thinks he's ahead because he has a few victories over me.” said Vincent “But he's becoming too content, too confident and that is when I'm going to make my kill shot. That is when the execution of Jayden Harris will be completed.”
Another laugh.
“But I should be talking about you right Felix?” said Vincent “You're my opponent this week or rather you're my victim this week. Because quite honestly I don't think anybody really cares about Felix The Cat Hernandez, you're just some loser who hangs around with the Barnharts and that just speaks for itself. I guess birds of a feather right?”
He shrugs.
“You need to understand one thing Felix.” Vincent continued “I am going to make an example out of you. I am the lion, and you're just a housecat. I am the apex predator of SCW, you are going to provide the perfect snack, the perfect warm up before I finish Jayden Harris for good.”
He takes a short moment to pause.
“The truth is you're a joke Felix.” said Vincent “And very few people are even laughing. I'm not here to make anybody laugh. I'm here to hurt people and I'm here to cause destruction. I am here to hurt peoples feelings. Understand that Victoria and myself are the only people that matter to me in this company. I could care less about the well-being of anybody else especially someone like you Felix”.
He exhales.
“I mean come on do you really think you have a chance?” said Vincent “Your whole little squad is comprised of nothing but losers. All talk and nothing to back it up you can't hang with the sharks Felix, and you can't hang with the predatory cats like myself.”
His face grows into a cocky expression.
“You saw what I did to Jayden on Climax Control.” Vincent said "You saw what I did to Helluva Bottom Carter last month. So if you think you're safe, you need to rethink that Felix. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to enjoy doing it. But you know who you should blame for what's coming for you Felix. You should blame Jayden Harris."
He licks his lips, keeping the smirk on his face.
“Because I'm going to use you to send a message to him.” said Vincent “See that's all you are to me. A message. Not a competitor, not even an equal. You are going to be a victim and there's nothing you can do about it. So just accept what's coming to you and then I'll throw you back out to the trash where you belong.”
He takes a few steps forward moving closer to the camera.
“I know you didn't ask for this Felix.” Vincent said “But I don't care. It's going to happen to you anyway. You really should just make it easier on yourself and just let it happen. Or don't it'll be more fun for me that way.”
He laughs again.
“At Climax Control Felix..” Vincent said “The primal lion is going to maul the housecat.”
He glared into the camera with a snarl exiting his lips as everything faded to black
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Climax Control Archives / ENDEAVOR LXVI
« Last post by Mercedes Vargas on July 03, 2025, 10:16:45 PM »Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 29 de junio al 7 de julio de 2025
OK, let's get one thing straight from the jump: there’s a difference between being a champion and acting like one. But apparently, in Sin City Wrestling, definitions are as loose as Bella Madison’s grasp on reality—or her Twitter password.
So, I log into Twitter, minding my own business, and what do I see? Bella Madison, the perennial sidekick of her own story, chirping away about loopholes and crayons. Sweetheart, if I needed a lesson in coloring outside the lines, I’d ask a toddler, not someone who’s been coloring her career with excuses since day one.
Let’s recap for those in the cheap seats:
After Into the Void:
I had a “bad night.” Oh, the horror. Newsflash: even legends have off nights. But unlike some, I don’t need a support group and a hashtag every time I stub my toe. I move on. Winners do.
Climax Control, two weeks after that:
Suddenly, matches “don’t count.” The mental gymnastics required to keep up with Bella’s logic would put Simone Biles to shame. Apparently, if you don’t like the outcome, just say “REASONS” and hope nobody asks for specifics.
Now, Summer XXXtreme:
Bella wants another shot. Because, of course, the world revolves around her rematch clause. She’s out here acting like the only thing standing between her and greatness is a technicality. Honey, it’s called talent. Look it up.
And then, the pièce de résistance:
“IT'S CALLED A LOOPHOLE, BITCH.”
Oh, Bella. Such language. I suppose when you run out of arguments, all that’s left is to shout into the void (no pun intended) and hope someone retweets you. Maybe next time, she should try a puppet show. I hear that’s more her speed.
But let’s talk about respect. I requested Bella vs. Crystal at the go-home show. Denied. Instead, Bella has the night off, I get Kayla Richards this weekend, and then, at Summer XXXtreme, I’m defending my title in a triple threat against Bella and Lilith. Let’s pause for a moment. Triple threat. As in, I have to beat two challengers at once. Because apparently, being the best isn’t enough. Now, I have to prove it against double the competition. Outrageous doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’m the champion. I should be calling the shots. But apparently, in SCW, respect is a one-way street. Bella gets handed opportunities on a silver platter, while I have to jump through hoops just to get a fair fight. Funny how that works.
Meanwhile, Bella wonders if I thought I could “get away with making that match.” Sweetheart, I don’t “get away” with anything—I earn my opportunities. Unlike some, I don’t need to dig through the rulebook for loopholes. My legacy isn’t built on technicalities; it’s built on victories.
And just when you think the circus is over, Victoria Lyons chimes in—Bombshell Roulette Champion, self-appointed voice of reason:
“Instead of complaining, why don’t you just woman up and handle your flies?”
Victoria, darling, I’d love to, but it’s hard to swat flies when you’re constantly surrounded by gnats buzzing about rematches and loopholes. Maybe if everyone spent less time whining and more time training, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
If Bella spent half as much time perfecting her craft as she does perfecting her victim complex, maybe she'd be champion by now. But hey, not everyone can be Mercedes Vargas. Thank God for that.
I don’t need loopholes. I don’t need hand puppets. I don’t need to shout in all caps to make my point. My resume speaks for itself. But if SCW management wants to stack the odds, I say bring it. Triple threat? Fine. I’ll beat two at once. Maybe then, Bella will finally get the hint: you can’t loophole your way to greatness.
That’s what separates me from the rest. I don’t just survive pressure—I thrive in it. I don’t just accept challenges—I demand them. I don’t need management’s approval, I don’t need the fans’ validation, and I sure as hell don’t need anyone’s permission to be great.
So, to all the would-be contenders, the loophole hunters, and the self-appointed keyboard warriors among you: Step up or step aside. Because while you’re busy arguing about crayons and clauses, I’ll be busy doing what I do best—winning.
And that, darlings, is the only lesson you’ll ever need.
So, here we are. Another weekend, another match, another opportunity for Mercedes Vargas to remind the world why this division revolves around me.
Now let's get one thing straight: I don’t overlook anyone. I don’t underestimate anyone. That’s why I’m still champion, and everyone else is fighting for scraps. But when it comes to Kayla Richards, the World Bombshell Champion herself, stepping up to face me, I can’t help but notice a familiar pattern—big talk, bigger ambitions, and when the lights are brightest? That’s when the real stars shine.
Let’s be clear: Kayla’s reign as World Bombshell Champion is impressive. No one can deny she’s earned her spot at the top of that division. She's a champion in every sense of the word. But this weekend, the spotlight isn’t just on Kayla’s belt, it’s on her heart, her grit, and her ability to handle the pressure that comes with facing me.
This isn’t just another match. This is a collision of legacies. The Bombshell Internet Champion versus the World Bombshell Champion. The woman who holds the division’s spotlight versus the woman who is the spotlight.
So, what can the SCW Universe expect this weekend? Simple: A show-stealer. A match that reminds everyone why the Bombshell division is the best in the business. Expect fireworks. Expect a battle that will have everyone on the edge of their seats. Expect two women who refuse to back down, who refuse to settle for second best.
And when the final bell rings? Expect Mercedes Vargas to still be standing—because I don’t just defend my title, I defend my legacy.
This weekend isn’t about loopholes, excuses, or Twitter drama. It’s about wrestling. It’s about legacy. It’s about proving, once again, that when you step into the ring with Mercedes Vargas, you step into greatness.
This weekend, it’s more than just pride on the line. It’s about proving who truly runs this division. Who deserves the spotlight. Who’s the real queen of SCW.
So to Kayla Richards, before our collision this weekend: Don't mistake my confidence for arrogance. Don't mistake my words for empty threats. What you're hearing is the voice of a woman who has been forged in fire, who has turned pain into power, who has transformed setbacks into comebacks.
You're good, Kayla. Maybe even great. But I'm legendary.
When we lock up, when we stand toe to toe, when we push each other to our limits, remember this moment. Remember that I warned you. Remember that I saw through your facade of confidence to the doubt that lingers beneath.
Because that's the difference between us. You hope you can win. I know I will.
So bring your title. Bring your best. Bring everything you've got. It won't be enough. It's never enough against Mercedes Vargas.
The spotlight doesn't find me—I command it. The crowd doesn't cheer for me—I demand it. Success doesn't come to me—I seize it.
That's not arrogance. That's not hype. That's the cold, hard truth that everyone in Sin City Wrestling has to face eventually: In a world of contenders, there's only one Mercedes Vargas.
Will Kayla’s World Bombshell title shine brighter, or will my Bombshell Internet championship—and my legacy—outshine her? The answer lies in the ring.
This is the moment. This is the match. This is Mercedes Vargas, reminding the world why I’m not just in the spotlight—I am the spotlight.
Kayla Richards. Mercedes Vargas. Two champions, two titles, one ring—and only one can walk out standing tall.
And after this weekend, after I've beaten Kayla Richards, after I've demolished both Bella Madison and Lilith Locke at Summer XXXtreme, maybe—just maybe—they'll finally understand what I've been saying all along:
This isn't just my time. This is my legacy. This is my dynasty.
And dynasties don't fall. They reign.
So come at me with your loopholes, your darkness, your titles, your threats. Throw everything you have at me. And when the dust settles, when the smoke clears, look for me.
I'll be the one still standing. Still champion. Still Mercedes Vargas.
I’m not out to prove if I still got it. I’m here to remind the world I never lost it.
B O U L D E R • C O L O R A D O
[The same boulder at Garden of the Gods, late afternoon. The sky is streaked with soft hues of orange and pink. Mercedes sits hunched on the boulder, elbows on her knees, her championship belt draped loosely across her lap. Her breath clouds in the cooling air. She absently rubs her thumb over the metal plate of the belt, lost in thought.]
“You ever lie awake at night, replaying every time you almost walked away? Every time you wondered if any of this was worth it—if you were worth it?”
[She pauses, her eyes fixed on the horizon, fingers tightening around the belt. A gust of wind stirs her hair. She closes her eyes for a moment, steadying herself.]
“But then I remember why I started. Every door slammed in my face, every ‘you’ll never make it.’ And the first time I held this belt—how heavy it was. How real."
[She swallows hard, voice cracking just a little. She shifts, sitting up straighter, as if bracing herself against the weight of memory.]
“I’m not just fighting Bella and Lilith soon. I’m fighting every shadow that ever tried to swallow me. And I’m still here. Still standing.”
[She exhales slowly, shoulders dropping as a quiet resolve settles over her. She runs her palm along the rough surface of the boulder, grounding herself.]
“This isn’t just about winning. It’s about proving to myself that I’m more than the doubts, more than the pain. I’m still here.”
[Suddenly, footsteps approach softly from behind. Irma appears, carrying a giant thermos and a suspiciously large sandwich.]
IRMA:
You look like you need a snack and a pep talk. Lucky for you, I brought both.
[Irma sits beside Mercedes, plopping the sandwich on the boulder and offering the thermos.]
MERCEDES:
Is that… a triple-decker? Irma, we’re supposed to be training, not eating our weight in carbs.
IRMA:
Hey, fueling up is part of the process. Besides, champions need carbs. And that belt looks better with a full stomach.
[Mercedes fiddles with the belt, pretending it’s a fashion accessory.]
MERCEDES:
I’m scared, Irma. Not just of Bella and Lilith. I’m scared of losing myself—of fighting so hard I forget who I am. What if I start talking in nothing but wrestling promos?
IRMA:
“Then you better start practicing your ‘What?’ chants. But seriously, you’re stronger than you think. You’ve faced down every doubt, every shadow, and every bad haircut. And you’re still standing."
[Mercedes shifts, tracing the edge of her championship belt with trembling fingers. She lets out a shaky breath, gaze dropping to her hands.]
MERCEDES:
Sometimes I wonder if this belt is a chain, not a crown. If it’s just another way to trap me in a fight I can’t win. What if all I am is this title? What happens when it’s gone?
[Irma leans in, voice steady and warm. She reaches over, gently turning the belt so the nameplate faces her.]
IRMA:
The belt doesn’t make you—you make the belt. It’s just proof of what you’ve survived, every scar you turned into armor. Bella and Lilith can’t take that. Even if you lost it tomorrow, you’d still be the woman who never quit.
[Mercedes breathes deeply, the tension in her shoulders easing just a moment.]
MERCEDES:
I want to believe that. I want to believe I’m more than the fear, more than the mistakes. But mostly, I want to believe this thermos has coffee in it.
IRMA:
Better. It’s hot chocolate. Because sometimes champions need a little sweetness. And you on more caffeine? No thanks.
[Mercedes laughs, then takes a big sip from the thermos.]
MERCEDES:
Okay, I take it back—hot chocolate is the real championship fuel.
IRMA:
See? I told you. Forget protein shakes. Next time, I’m bringing churros.
MERCEDES:
Churros? Now you’re talking. Think I can get a snack break written into my contract?
IRMA:
Only if you promise not to hit anyone with a baguette again.
MERCEDES:
That was one time! And technically, it was a breadstick.
[They both burst out laughing, the tension broken, as the sun dips lower behind the rocks.]
MERCEDES:
Heard The Floating Penalty Box is going all out for the Fourth of July.
IRMA:
Nothing like celebrating freedom with a side of root beer BBQ wings and a river breeze. I’m already dreaming of those bacon-wrapped poppers. Tomas keeps bragging about those sweet potato tots and his house-made fry sauce. Honestly, that sauce deserves its own trophy.
MERCEDES:
If I win Sunday, I’m claiming the biggest slice of that berry pie. No questions asked.
IRMA:
And I’ll be right there, making sure you don’t get distracted by the fireworks and forget who you’re supposed to be beating next. Kayla Richards is no joke.
MERCEDES:
Deal. But if I lose, you’re buying me a round of those “Delayed Penalty” cheeseburgers.
IRMA:
You’re on. But fair warning—those burgers are almost as dangerous as Kayla's finishing move.
MERCEDES:
Good. I like a challenge—on the plate or in the ring.
END
Present Day ♦ G R A N D J U N C T I O N • C O L O R A D O
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[Sidewalk Café, late morning. Mercedes Vargas sits at a sun-drenched bistro table, the bustle of Grand Junction reflected in her sunglasses. She’s dressed impeccably: crisp white blouse, tailored slacks, designer heels. Her Bombshell Internet Championship belt is draped over the back of her chair, just visible to the camera. She checks her phone, then sets it aside, crossing her legs with practiced elegance.
[She lifts her coffee cup, savoring a slow sip. Her Hall of Fame rings catch the sunlight as she sets the cup down with a soft clink. She leans back, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she looks straight into the camera.]
"You know, there’s something refreshing about Grand Junction in the summer. The air is clean, the sun is bright, and the people… well, they’re not nearly as bitter as some of the company I keep in Sin City Wrestling."
[Mercedes idly drums her fingers on the table, her Hall of Fame rings glinting. She glances at her phone, scrolling briefly before locking the screen and placing it face-down. She picks up a silver spoon, stirring her coffee with a gentle swirl, unhurried and precise.]
"I always appreciate when someone takes the time to talk about me at length. Kayla certainly has a way with words—so many of them, in fact, I almost needed a second cup of coffee to get through her little TED Talk. But don’t worry, I took notes. I always do. Some of us like to be prepared for the test."
[Mercedes casually stirs her coffee, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she glances over the rim of her cup, clearly amused.]
"First, let me say how touching it is to hear you finally admit what I’ve known all along: I’m not so easy to get rid of. I mean, you’ve practically made a hobby out of telling me to quit. You begged, you pleaded, you even tried reverse psychology. I haven’t seen that much effort since the last time you tried to convince yourself you were humble. Or the last time you tried to convince the world you’re not obsessed with me."
[She pauses, letting the words hang in the air, then leans back with a playful roll of her eyes.]
"But I get it. It must be exhausting, constantly trying to keep up with someone who refuses to fade quietly into the background. While you’re busy counting titles and talking legacy, I’m busy making moves—quietly, efficiently, without the need for a spotlight every step of the way."
[Mercedes taps her rings lightly on the table.]
"The “I’m not a bitch, I just play one on TV” routine is so you, Kayla. I have to admit, you do arrogance like nobody else—except maybe me, but I do it with better shoes."
[She glances down, shifting her foot to show off her designer heels, then looks back up with a sly smirk.]
"You’ve got a lot of opinions about who’s “over the hill” and who should retire, but let’s be honest—you talk about legends like you’re not desperate to become one. You’ve set records, collected titles like Starbucks rewards points. But for someone “untouchable,” you sure spend a lot of time talking about everyone else’s legacy."
[She leans in, lowering her sunglasses just enough to reveal a glint in her eye, her voice soft and conspiratorial.]
"But here’s the thing, Kayla. You keep asking me to walk away, but you never seem to ask yourself why I’m still here. Maybe it’s because I love this business. Or maybe it’s because every time you think you’ve got me figured out, I give you something new to worry about. Like, say, this Bombshell Internet Championship. Looks good on me, doesn’t it? Almost as good as that World Bombshell Championship looks good on you—back when you still smiled in your photos."
[Mercedes takes another sip of coffee, unbothered.]
"You say you’ve never given me your best. That’s cute. It’s easier to claim you were holding back than admit you just couldn’t put me away. But hey, if you need to tell yourself bedtime stories to sleep at night, who am I to judge? Some of us count sheep, others count excuses. Guess which one sleeps better at night?"
[She scrolls idly on her phone, then sets it down, her attention returning to the camera as she leans forward, elbows on the table.]
"You want to talk about hunger, about motivation, about legacy? Sweetheart, I built mine while you were still figuring out which side of your face photographs better. And I didn’t need to tear down every woman in the locker room to do it. See, that’s the difference between us: I don’t need to be the loudest in the room, because my actions speak for themselves. Bombshell Internet Champion, and still here. Still winning. Still making history, even when people like you pray for my downfall."
[Mercedes flashes a dazzling smile, her tone light but her words sharp. She uncrosses her legs, shifting in her chair to face the camera more directly]
"And let’s be honest, Kayla, you can’t resist coming back to this well, can you? No matter how many times you try to move on, you keep finding yourself face-to-face with me. Almost poetic, really. Remember the last time you tried to write me off? You walked out thinking you’d silenced me for good. But here I am, still standing, still winning, still the name you can’t escape."
[She picks up her phone, scrolling idly as she continues.]
"It’s adorable that you’re proud of me. I’ll be sure to send you a thank-you card—maybe even a fruit basket. I hear humility pairs well with citrus. And if you’re lucky, I’ll autograph it for you. A keepsake for when you’re feeling nostalgic. But let’s not pretend this is charity, Kayla. You know as well as I do that every time I step up, I force you to step up, too. That’s why you’re finally giving me your best, right? Because you know anything less just isn’t enough anymore."
[She leans back, crossing her legs, championship gleaming.]
"So here’s what’s going to happen, Kayla. You’re going to walk into our match with all the confidence in the world, and I’m going to walk in with all the experience in it. You’ll try to make an example out of me, and I’ll remind you—gently, of course—that you can’t kill a legend. You can only hope to keep up."
[Mercedes winks at the camera, then stands, gathering her purse and slinging it over her shoulder with effortless grace. She picks up her championship belt, draping it over her arm, and saunters down Main Street. The camera follows, heels clicking confidently on the pavement]
[She passes a mural of the Colorado River, pausing to let the sun catch her hair. She gestures to the mural, voice soft but pointed.]
"There's something poetic about this town. A place where the river carves its own path through stubborn rock, where the landscape refuses to be tamed. It reminds me a lot of this business we’re in—the wrestling world. You can try to shape it, control it, dominate it, but there’s always going to be someone ready to push back, to carve out their own legacy."
[She brushes her fingers along the painted river, then turns back to the camera.]
"That river? That’s me. Flowing, relentless, and always finding a way forward, no matter the obstacles. You? You’re the rock. Solid, sure, but worn down by time and pressure. And no matter how hard you try to hold your ground, eventually, you erode."
[Mercedes smiles, a mix of kindness and challenge. She resumes her walk, passing local shops and art galleries, occasionally glancing in windows, her stride never faltering.]
"I’ve been watching you the last three years, Kayla. Watching you build your empire, stacking those titles like trophies on a shelf. But here’s the thing about empires—they’re fragile. Built on fear, on intimidation, on the illusion of perfection. And when the foundation cracks, the whole thing comes tumbling down."
[She starts walking again, passing local shops and art galleries, occasionally glancing in windows, her stride never faltering.]
"You say you’re “built different.” That you’re better than anyone who’s come before or after you. That you’re the standard by which all others are measured. That’s a bold claim. And I respect confidence—I really do. But confidence without humility is just arrogance. And arrogance? Well, that’s a dangerous game."
[Mercedes passes a jewelry store, her gaze lingering on the sparkling display before she pivots gracefully, meeting the camera’s eye.]
"You talk about me like I’m some relic, some fading star clinging to the past. But I’m not here to relive the past. I’m here to make new history. To redefine what it means to be a champion in this division. To show that experience and heart can still outshine youth and flash."
[She laughs softly, shaking her head, then adjusts her sunglasses, pushing them higher up her nose.]
"You think this is about age? About who’s “over the hill” and who’s “past their prime”? That’s a tired narrative. Wrestling isn’t a young person’s game—it’s a fighter’s game. And I’m still fighting. Still hungry. Still hungry enough to stare down someone like you and say, “Bring it.”"
[Mercedes’s expression hardens, eyes narrowing with intensity as she stops at the curb, waiting for the crosswalk signal.]
"You say you’re afraid of what would happen if I beat you. That it would be the “death of your legacy.” That’s adorable. But here’s a little secret: legacies aren’t built on avoiding defeat. They’re built on how you respond to it. On how you rise after you fall. On how you keep going when everyone else expects you to quit."
[She steps closer to the camera, voice dropping to a confident whisper.]
"And if I beat you? That won’t be the end of your legacy, Kayla. It’ll be the start of a new chapter. One where you finally learn humility. One where you finally learn what it really means to be challenged. To be pushed. To be humbled. Because that’s how champions grow. Not by talking themselves up, but by proving themselves in the ring."
[Mercedes straightens, smoothing her dress and sliding her sunglasses back up. She glances at the mountains in the distance, gesturing with her free hand.]
"I’m not here to break you. I’m here to elevate this division. To raise the bar. To inspire every woman who’s been told she’s too old, too small, too “not enough” to chase her dreams. Because I’m living proof that it’s never too late to rewrite your story."
[She gestures to the mountains in the distance, their peaks glowing in the late morning sun.]
"Look at those peaks. Majestic, unyielding. They didn’t get that way by standing still. They got there by weathering storms, by enduring the harshest conditions, by standing tall no matter what."
[Mercedes turns back to the camera, eyes shining with conviction. She rests her hand on her championship belt, thumb tracing the gold.]
"That’s what I bring to this match. Not just skill or strength, but heart. Experience. The kind of resilience that only comes from decades in this business. And that, Kayla, is something you can’t fake. Something you can’t buy. Something you have to earn."
[She smiles slyly, stepping off the curb as the crosswalk light changes.]
"They say wisdom comes with age. Lucky for me, I'm dripping in both. So, Kayla, by all means—bring your best. Bring the fire, the bravado, the monologues. I’ll bring the experience, the resilience, and the inconvenient truth that legends don’t die just because you wish they would. They evolve. They adapt. And sometimes, they remind you why you started chasing greatness in the first place."
[Mercedes walks confidently across the street, the camera pulling back to capture the vibrant life of Grand Junction around her—families, artists, the distant hum of summer. She pauses, looking back over her shoulder with a final, confident smile.]
"When we step into that ring, Kayla, don’t expect the “crusty old bitch” you think you know. Expect the champion who refuses to be written off. The woman who’s still got plenty of fight left. The one who’s going to remind you—and everyone watching—why I’m still here.
"And to everyone out there watching—get ready. Because this isn’t just a match. It’s a battle for respect. For legacy. For the future of the Bombshells division.
[Mercedes stands at the edge of the crosswalk, glancing up at the traffic light. She tightens her grip on the championship belt, draws a steadying breath, and steps forward with purpose as the signal changes, her silhouette framed by the morning sun.]
"So here’s to Climax Control 430—champion versus champion, legacy versus legacy. May the best woman win, Kayla. And if, by some chance, you find yourself needing a little pep talk after, don’t worry. I’m always happy to lend a hand. After all, I’ve made a career out of helping women like you remember who set the standard in the first place."
[Fade out as Mercedes crosses the street, the sun casting long shadows behind her, the sounds of Grand Junction fading into the background.]
[***Fade***]
semana del 29 de junio al 7 de julio de 2025
OK, let's get one thing straight from the jump: there’s a difference between being a champion and acting like one. But apparently, in Sin City Wrestling, definitions are as loose as Bella Madison’s grasp on reality—or her Twitter password.
So, I log into Twitter, minding my own business, and what do I see? Bella Madison, the perennial sidekick of her own story, chirping away about loopholes and crayons. Sweetheart, if I needed a lesson in coloring outside the lines, I’d ask a toddler, not someone who’s been coloring her career with excuses since day one.
Let’s recap for those in the cheap seats:
After Into the Void:
I had a “bad night.” Oh, the horror. Newsflash: even legends have off nights. But unlike some, I don’t need a support group and a hashtag every time I stub my toe. I move on. Winners do.
Climax Control, two weeks after that:
Suddenly, matches “don’t count.” The mental gymnastics required to keep up with Bella’s logic would put Simone Biles to shame. Apparently, if you don’t like the outcome, just say “REASONS” and hope nobody asks for specifics.
Now, Summer XXXtreme:
Bella wants another shot. Because, of course, the world revolves around her rematch clause. She’s out here acting like the only thing standing between her and greatness is a technicality. Honey, it’s called talent. Look it up.
And then, the pièce de résistance:
“IT'S CALLED A LOOPHOLE, BITCH.”
Oh, Bella. Such language. I suppose when you run out of arguments, all that’s left is to shout into the void (no pun intended) and hope someone retweets you. Maybe next time, she should try a puppet show. I hear that’s more her speed.
But let’s talk about respect. I requested Bella vs. Crystal at the go-home show. Denied. Instead, Bella has the night off, I get Kayla Richards this weekend, and then, at Summer XXXtreme, I’m defending my title in a triple threat against Bella and Lilith. Let’s pause for a moment. Triple threat. As in, I have to beat two challengers at once. Because apparently, being the best isn’t enough. Now, I have to prove it against double the competition. Outrageous doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’m the champion. I should be calling the shots. But apparently, in SCW, respect is a one-way street. Bella gets handed opportunities on a silver platter, while I have to jump through hoops just to get a fair fight. Funny how that works.
Meanwhile, Bella wonders if I thought I could “get away with making that match.” Sweetheart, I don’t “get away” with anything—I earn my opportunities. Unlike some, I don’t need to dig through the rulebook for loopholes. My legacy isn’t built on technicalities; it’s built on victories.
And just when you think the circus is over, Victoria Lyons chimes in—Bombshell Roulette Champion, self-appointed voice of reason:
“Instead of complaining, why don’t you just woman up and handle your flies?”
Victoria, darling, I’d love to, but it’s hard to swat flies when you’re constantly surrounded by gnats buzzing about rematches and loopholes. Maybe if everyone spent less time whining and more time training, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
If Bella spent half as much time perfecting her craft as she does perfecting her victim complex, maybe she'd be champion by now. But hey, not everyone can be Mercedes Vargas. Thank God for that.
I don’t need loopholes. I don’t need hand puppets. I don’t need to shout in all caps to make my point. My resume speaks for itself. But if SCW management wants to stack the odds, I say bring it. Triple threat? Fine. I’ll beat two at once. Maybe then, Bella will finally get the hint: you can’t loophole your way to greatness.
That’s what separates me from the rest. I don’t just survive pressure—I thrive in it. I don’t just accept challenges—I demand them. I don’t need management’s approval, I don’t need the fans’ validation, and I sure as hell don’t need anyone’s permission to be great.
So, to all the would-be contenders, the loophole hunters, and the self-appointed keyboard warriors among you: Step up or step aside. Because while you’re busy arguing about crayons and clauses, I’ll be busy doing what I do best—winning.
And that, darlings, is the only lesson you’ll ever need.
So, here we are. Another weekend, another match, another opportunity for Mercedes Vargas to remind the world why this division revolves around me.
Now let's get one thing straight: I don’t overlook anyone. I don’t underestimate anyone. That’s why I’m still champion, and everyone else is fighting for scraps. But when it comes to Kayla Richards, the World Bombshell Champion herself, stepping up to face me, I can’t help but notice a familiar pattern—big talk, bigger ambitions, and when the lights are brightest? That’s when the real stars shine.
Let’s be clear: Kayla’s reign as World Bombshell Champion is impressive. No one can deny she’s earned her spot at the top of that division. She's a champion in every sense of the word. But this weekend, the spotlight isn’t just on Kayla’s belt, it’s on her heart, her grit, and her ability to handle the pressure that comes with facing me.
This isn’t just another match. This is a collision of legacies. The Bombshell Internet Champion versus the World Bombshell Champion. The woman who holds the division’s spotlight versus the woman who is the spotlight.
So, what can the SCW Universe expect this weekend? Simple: A show-stealer. A match that reminds everyone why the Bombshell division is the best in the business. Expect fireworks. Expect a battle that will have everyone on the edge of their seats. Expect two women who refuse to back down, who refuse to settle for second best.
And when the final bell rings? Expect Mercedes Vargas to still be standing—because I don’t just defend my title, I defend my legacy.
This weekend isn’t about loopholes, excuses, or Twitter drama. It’s about wrestling. It’s about legacy. It’s about proving, once again, that when you step into the ring with Mercedes Vargas, you step into greatness.
This weekend, it’s more than just pride on the line. It’s about proving who truly runs this division. Who deserves the spotlight. Who’s the real queen of SCW.
So to Kayla Richards, before our collision this weekend: Don't mistake my confidence for arrogance. Don't mistake my words for empty threats. What you're hearing is the voice of a woman who has been forged in fire, who has turned pain into power, who has transformed setbacks into comebacks.
You're good, Kayla. Maybe even great. But I'm legendary.
When we lock up, when we stand toe to toe, when we push each other to our limits, remember this moment. Remember that I warned you. Remember that I saw through your facade of confidence to the doubt that lingers beneath.
Because that's the difference between us. You hope you can win. I know I will.
So bring your title. Bring your best. Bring everything you've got. It won't be enough. It's never enough against Mercedes Vargas.
The spotlight doesn't find me—I command it. The crowd doesn't cheer for me—I demand it. Success doesn't come to me—I seize it.
That's not arrogance. That's not hype. That's the cold, hard truth that everyone in Sin City Wrestling has to face eventually: In a world of contenders, there's only one Mercedes Vargas.
Will Kayla’s World Bombshell title shine brighter, or will my Bombshell Internet championship—and my legacy—outshine her? The answer lies in the ring.
This is the moment. This is the match. This is Mercedes Vargas, reminding the world why I’m not just in the spotlight—I am the spotlight.
Kayla Richards. Mercedes Vargas. Two champions, two titles, one ring—and only one can walk out standing tall.
And after this weekend, after I've beaten Kayla Richards, after I've demolished both Bella Madison and Lilith Locke at Summer XXXtreme, maybe—just maybe—they'll finally understand what I've been saying all along:
This isn't just my time. This is my legacy. This is my dynasty.
And dynasties don't fall. They reign.
So come at me with your loopholes, your darkness, your titles, your threats. Throw everything you have at me. And when the dust settles, when the smoke clears, look for me.
I'll be the one still standing. Still champion. Still Mercedes Vargas.
I’m not out to prove if I still got it. I’m here to remind the world I never lost it.
~~~
B O U L D E R • C O L O R A D O
[The same boulder at Garden of the Gods, late afternoon. The sky is streaked with soft hues of orange and pink. Mercedes sits hunched on the boulder, elbows on her knees, her championship belt draped loosely across her lap. Her breath clouds in the cooling air. She absently rubs her thumb over the metal plate of the belt, lost in thought.]
“You ever lie awake at night, replaying every time you almost walked away? Every time you wondered if any of this was worth it—if you were worth it?”
[She pauses, her eyes fixed on the horizon, fingers tightening around the belt. A gust of wind stirs her hair. She closes her eyes for a moment, steadying herself.]
“But then I remember why I started. Every door slammed in my face, every ‘you’ll never make it.’ And the first time I held this belt—how heavy it was. How real."
[She swallows hard, voice cracking just a little. She shifts, sitting up straighter, as if bracing herself against the weight of memory.]
“I’m not just fighting Bella and Lilith soon. I’m fighting every shadow that ever tried to swallow me. And I’m still here. Still standing.”
[She exhales slowly, shoulders dropping as a quiet resolve settles over her. She runs her palm along the rough surface of the boulder, grounding herself.]
“This isn’t just about winning. It’s about proving to myself that I’m more than the doubts, more than the pain. I’m still here.”
[Suddenly, footsteps approach softly from behind. Irma appears, carrying a giant thermos and a suspiciously large sandwich.]
IRMA:
You look like you need a snack and a pep talk. Lucky for you, I brought both.
[Irma sits beside Mercedes, plopping the sandwich on the boulder and offering the thermos.]
MERCEDES:
Is that… a triple-decker? Irma, we’re supposed to be training, not eating our weight in carbs.
IRMA:
Hey, fueling up is part of the process. Besides, champions need carbs. And that belt looks better with a full stomach.
[Mercedes fiddles with the belt, pretending it’s a fashion accessory.]
MERCEDES:
I’m scared, Irma. Not just of Bella and Lilith. I’m scared of losing myself—of fighting so hard I forget who I am. What if I start talking in nothing but wrestling promos?
IRMA:
“Then you better start practicing your ‘What?’ chants. But seriously, you’re stronger than you think. You’ve faced down every doubt, every shadow, and every bad haircut. And you’re still standing."
[Mercedes shifts, tracing the edge of her championship belt with trembling fingers. She lets out a shaky breath, gaze dropping to her hands.]
MERCEDES:
Sometimes I wonder if this belt is a chain, not a crown. If it’s just another way to trap me in a fight I can’t win. What if all I am is this title? What happens when it’s gone?
[Irma leans in, voice steady and warm. She reaches over, gently turning the belt so the nameplate faces her.]
IRMA:
The belt doesn’t make you—you make the belt. It’s just proof of what you’ve survived, every scar you turned into armor. Bella and Lilith can’t take that. Even if you lost it tomorrow, you’d still be the woman who never quit.
[Mercedes breathes deeply, the tension in her shoulders easing just a moment.]
MERCEDES:
I want to believe that. I want to believe I’m more than the fear, more than the mistakes. But mostly, I want to believe this thermos has coffee in it.
IRMA:
Better. It’s hot chocolate. Because sometimes champions need a little sweetness. And you on more caffeine? No thanks.
[Mercedes laughs, then takes a big sip from the thermos.]
MERCEDES:
Okay, I take it back—hot chocolate is the real championship fuel.
IRMA:
See? I told you. Forget protein shakes. Next time, I’m bringing churros.
MERCEDES:
Churros? Now you’re talking. Think I can get a snack break written into my contract?
IRMA:
Only if you promise not to hit anyone with a baguette again.
MERCEDES:
That was one time! And technically, it was a breadstick.
[They both burst out laughing, the tension broken, as the sun dips lower behind the rocks.]
MERCEDES:
Heard The Floating Penalty Box is going all out for the Fourth of July.
IRMA:
Nothing like celebrating freedom with a side of root beer BBQ wings and a river breeze. I’m already dreaming of those bacon-wrapped poppers. Tomas keeps bragging about those sweet potato tots and his house-made fry sauce. Honestly, that sauce deserves its own trophy.
MERCEDES:
If I win Sunday, I’m claiming the biggest slice of that berry pie. No questions asked.
IRMA:
And I’ll be right there, making sure you don’t get distracted by the fireworks and forget who you’re supposed to be beating next. Kayla Richards is no joke.
MERCEDES:
Deal. But if I lose, you’re buying me a round of those “Delayed Penalty” cheeseburgers.
IRMA:
You’re on. But fair warning—those burgers are almost as dangerous as Kayla's finishing move.
MERCEDES:
Good. I like a challenge—on the plate or in the ring.
END
~~~
Present Day ♦ G R A N D J U N C T I O N • C O L O R A D O
[REC•]
[Sidewalk Café, late morning. Mercedes Vargas sits at a sun-drenched bistro table, the bustle of Grand Junction reflected in her sunglasses. She’s dressed impeccably: crisp white blouse, tailored slacks, designer heels. Her Bombshell Internet Championship belt is draped over the back of her chair, just visible to the camera. She checks her phone, then sets it aside, crossing her legs with practiced elegance.
[She lifts her coffee cup, savoring a slow sip. Her Hall of Fame rings catch the sunlight as she sets the cup down with a soft clink. She leans back, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she looks straight into the camera.]
"You know, there’s something refreshing about Grand Junction in the summer. The air is clean, the sun is bright, and the people… well, they’re not nearly as bitter as some of the company I keep in Sin City Wrestling."
[Mercedes idly drums her fingers on the table, her Hall of Fame rings glinting. She glances at her phone, scrolling briefly before locking the screen and placing it face-down. She picks up a silver spoon, stirring her coffee with a gentle swirl, unhurried and precise.]
"I always appreciate when someone takes the time to talk about me at length. Kayla certainly has a way with words—so many of them, in fact, I almost needed a second cup of coffee to get through her little TED Talk. But don’t worry, I took notes. I always do. Some of us like to be prepared for the test."
[Mercedes casually stirs her coffee, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she glances over the rim of her cup, clearly amused.]
"First, let me say how touching it is to hear you finally admit what I’ve known all along: I’m not so easy to get rid of. I mean, you’ve practically made a hobby out of telling me to quit. You begged, you pleaded, you even tried reverse psychology. I haven’t seen that much effort since the last time you tried to convince yourself you were humble. Or the last time you tried to convince the world you’re not obsessed with me."
[She pauses, letting the words hang in the air, then leans back with a playful roll of her eyes.]
"But I get it. It must be exhausting, constantly trying to keep up with someone who refuses to fade quietly into the background. While you’re busy counting titles and talking legacy, I’m busy making moves—quietly, efficiently, without the need for a spotlight every step of the way."
[Mercedes taps her rings lightly on the table.]
"The “I’m not a bitch, I just play one on TV” routine is so you, Kayla. I have to admit, you do arrogance like nobody else—except maybe me, but I do it with better shoes."
[She glances down, shifting her foot to show off her designer heels, then looks back up with a sly smirk.]
"You’ve got a lot of opinions about who’s “over the hill” and who should retire, but let’s be honest—you talk about legends like you’re not desperate to become one. You’ve set records, collected titles like Starbucks rewards points. But for someone “untouchable,” you sure spend a lot of time talking about everyone else’s legacy."
[She leans in, lowering her sunglasses just enough to reveal a glint in her eye, her voice soft and conspiratorial.]
"But here’s the thing, Kayla. You keep asking me to walk away, but you never seem to ask yourself why I’m still here. Maybe it’s because I love this business. Or maybe it’s because every time you think you’ve got me figured out, I give you something new to worry about. Like, say, this Bombshell Internet Championship. Looks good on me, doesn’t it? Almost as good as that World Bombshell Championship looks good on you—back when you still smiled in your photos."
[Mercedes takes another sip of coffee, unbothered.]
"You say you’ve never given me your best. That’s cute. It’s easier to claim you were holding back than admit you just couldn’t put me away. But hey, if you need to tell yourself bedtime stories to sleep at night, who am I to judge? Some of us count sheep, others count excuses. Guess which one sleeps better at night?"
[She scrolls idly on her phone, then sets it down, her attention returning to the camera as she leans forward, elbows on the table.]
"You want to talk about hunger, about motivation, about legacy? Sweetheart, I built mine while you were still figuring out which side of your face photographs better. And I didn’t need to tear down every woman in the locker room to do it. See, that’s the difference between us: I don’t need to be the loudest in the room, because my actions speak for themselves. Bombshell Internet Champion, and still here. Still winning. Still making history, even when people like you pray for my downfall."
[Mercedes flashes a dazzling smile, her tone light but her words sharp. She uncrosses her legs, shifting in her chair to face the camera more directly]
"And let’s be honest, Kayla, you can’t resist coming back to this well, can you? No matter how many times you try to move on, you keep finding yourself face-to-face with me. Almost poetic, really. Remember the last time you tried to write me off? You walked out thinking you’d silenced me for good. But here I am, still standing, still winning, still the name you can’t escape."
[She picks up her phone, scrolling idly as she continues.]
"It’s adorable that you’re proud of me. I’ll be sure to send you a thank-you card—maybe even a fruit basket. I hear humility pairs well with citrus. And if you’re lucky, I’ll autograph it for you. A keepsake for when you’re feeling nostalgic. But let’s not pretend this is charity, Kayla. You know as well as I do that every time I step up, I force you to step up, too. That’s why you’re finally giving me your best, right? Because you know anything less just isn’t enough anymore."
[She leans back, crossing her legs, championship gleaming.]
"So here’s what’s going to happen, Kayla. You’re going to walk into our match with all the confidence in the world, and I’m going to walk in with all the experience in it. You’ll try to make an example out of me, and I’ll remind you—gently, of course—that you can’t kill a legend. You can only hope to keep up."
[Mercedes winks at the camera, then stands, gathering her purse and slinging it over her shoulder with effortless grace. She picks up her championship belt, draping it over her arm, and saunters down Main Street. The camera follows, heels clicking confidently on the pavement]
[She passes a mural of the Colorado River, pausing to let the sun catch her hair. She gestures to the mural, voice soft but pointed.]
"There's something poetic about this town. A place where the river carves its own path through stubborn rock, where the landscape refuses to be tamed. It reminds me a lot of this business we’re in—the wrestling world. You can try to shape it, control it, dominate it, but there’s always going to be someone ready to push back, to carve out their own legacy."
[She brushes her fingers along the painted river, then turns back to the camera.]
"That river? That’s me. Flowing, relentless, and always finding a way forward, no matter the obstacles. You? You’re the rock. Solid, sure, but worn down by time and pressure. And no matter how hard you try to hold your ground, eventually, you erode."
[Mercedes smiles, a mix of kindness and challenge. She resumes her walk, passing local shops and art galleries, occasionally glancing in windows, her stride never faltering.]
"I’ve been watching you the last three years, Kayla. Watching you build your empire, stacking those titles like trophies on a shelf. But here’s the thing about empires—they’re fragile. Built on fear, on intimidation, on the illusion of perfection. And when the foundation cracks, the whole thing comes tumbling down."
[She starts walking again, passing local shops and art galleries, occasionally glancing in windows, her stride never faltering.]
"You say you’re “built different.” That you’re better than anyone who’s come before or after you. That you’re the standard by which all others are measured. That’s a bold claim. And I respect confidence—I really do. But confidence without humility is just arrogance. And arrogance? Well, that’s a dangerous game."
[Mercedes passes a jewelry store, her gaze lingering on the sparkling display before she pivots gracefully, meeting the camera’s eye.]
"You talk about me like I’m some relic, some fading star clinging to the past. But I’m not here to relive the past. I’m here to make new history. To redefine what it means to be a champion in this division. To show that experience and heart can still outshine youth and flash."
[She laughs softly, shaking her head, then adjusts her sunglasses, pushing them higher up her nose.]
"You think this is about age? About who’s “over the hill” and who’s “past their prime”? That’s a tired narrative. Wrestling isn’t a young person’s game—it’s a fighter’s game. And I’m still fighting. Still hungry. Still hungry enough to stare down someone like you and say, “Bring it.”"
[Mercedes’s expression hardens, eyes narrowing with intensity as she stops at the curb, waiting for the crosswalk signal.]
"You say you’re afraid of what would happen if I beat you. That it would be the “death of your legacy.” That’s adorable. But here’s a little secret: legacies aren’t built on avoiding defeat. They’re built on how you respond to it. On how you rise after you fall. On how you keep going when everyone else expects you to quit."
[She steps closer to the camera, voice dropping to a confident whisper.]
"And if I beat you? That won’t be the end of your legacy, Kayla. It’ll be the start of a new chapter. One where you finally learn humility. One where you finally learn what it really means to be challenged. To be pushed. To be humbled. Because that’s how champions grow. Not by talking themselves up, but by proving themselves in the ring."
[Mercedes straightens, smoothing her dress and sliding her sunglasses back up. She glances at the mountains in the distance, gesturing with her free hand.]
"I’m not here to break you. I’m here to elevate this division. To raise the bar. To inspire every woman who’s been told she’s too old, too small, too “not enough” to chase her dreams. Because I’m living proof that it’s never too late to rewrite your story."
[She gestures to the mountains in the distance, their peaks glowing in the late morning sun.]
"Look at those peaks. Majestic, unyielding. They didn’t get that way by standing still. They got there by weathering storms, by enduring the harshest conditions, by standing tall no matter what."
[Mercedes turns back to the camera, eyes shining with conviction. She rests her hand on her championship belt, thumb tracing the gold.]
"That’s what I bring to this match. Not just skill or strength, but heart. Experience. The kind of resilience that only comes from decades in this business. And that, Kayla, is something you can’t fake. Something you can’t buy. Something you have to earn."
[She smiles slyly, stepping off the curb as the crosswalk light changes.]
"They say wisdom comes with age. Lucky for me, I'm dripping in both. So, Kayla, by all means—bring your best. Bring the fire, the bravado, the monologues. I’ll bring the experience, the resilience, and the inconvenient truth that legends don’t die just because you wish they would. They evolve. They adapt. And sometimes, they remind you why you started chasing greatness in the first place."
[Mercedes walks confidently across the street, the camera pulling back to capture the vibrant life of Grand Junction around her—families, artists, the distant hum of summer. She pauses, looking back over her shoulder with a final, confident smile.]
"When we step into that ring, Kayla, don’t expect the “crusty old bitch” you think you know. Expect the champion who refuses to be written off. The woman who’s still got plenty of fight left. The one who’s going to remind you—and everyone watching—why I’m still here.
"And to everyone out there watching—get ready. Because this isn’t just a match. It’s a battle for respect. For legacy. For the future of the Bombshells division.
[Mercedes stands at the edge of the crosswalk, glancing up at the traffic light. She tightens her grip on the championship belt, draws a steadying breath, and steps forward with purpose as the signal changes, her silhouette framed by the morning sun.]
"So here’s to Climax Control 430—champion versus champion, legacy versus legacy. May the best woman win, Kayla. And if, by some chance, you find yourself needing a little pep talk after, don’t worry. I’m always happy to lend a hand. After all, I’ve made a career out of helping women like you remember who set the standard in the first place."
[Fade out as Mercedes crosses the street, the sun casting long shadows behind her, the sounds of Grand Junction fading into the background.]
[***Fade***]
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Climax Control Archives / The Price Of Heroism
« Last post by Victoria Lyons on July 03, 2025, 10:08:23 PM »The fun and games were over. Neither of the Lyons twins were amused with either of their current rivals. Vincent was ready to officially cut the rope and complete the execution of Jayden Harris. Victoria had heard one word from her rival that had stuck in her brain and she took it personally that word was..
Afraid.
That word would be Harper Mason's final mistake. Victoria's opponents could say a lot about her. She was callous, she was conniving, she was cruel, and she was quite frankly a bitch. But the one thing she had never been and nobody would ever dare call her again was afraid.
It was time to break Harper Mason both mentally and physically. And it would start by destroying her best friend and partner in Cassie Wolfe, before Victoria was to lead her own execution of Harper Mason at summer XXXtreme.
And if that pesky little cockroach Kate Steele wanted to get involved then she could get it too.
She didn't agree with her cousin Eddie often but he was right about something he said leading into his match last week.
After Summer XXXtreme the only name that matters will be Lyons.[/i]
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The old Lyons Greenhouse was cleaner than it had been in years, the pathways were swept, the broken glass panes replaced, the only thing that was left as they found it, was the decay of the dead flowers and weeds which Victoria had chosen to keep.
Somehow the decaying dead orchids and wilted roses seemed beautiful to her, it was something that once sprouted with life like she had when she was Queen but now like her was, left something more decayed and broken.
But broken things could still be beautiful, and this place was beautiful to her. This was her new comfort area, her new throne room, this was her place.
“Look at it Vincent.” she said motioning around the greenhouse, “Look at what we've done with the place. We've restored it. It looks even better than it did when we were kids.”
“Yeah it's great.” Vincent said no emotion in his voice.
Victoria looked at him curiously.
“Everything okay over there little brother.” she asked.
“Yes I'm fine.” Vincent exhaled shaking his head “Sorry, just this whole Jayden situation I need to handle it, and I will. I just I need some air.”
Without further word Vincent took an exit from the greenhouse and Victoria let him go. Despite all accusations against them, she did not control him. He chose Jayden as a target on his own and she knew Vincent would finish Jayden on his own.
She had her own problems anyway. The whole Harper Mason situation had grown incredibly out of hand, and now Kate Steele was buzzing around being honestly more annoying than Harper Mason was.
But without even realizing it the powers that be had actually given her a gift. A gift in the form of Cassie Wolfe. The teammate and close friend of Harper Mason. Now she had the chance and opportunity to send a powerful message to Harper Mason before their War upon the Princess Cruise. She would take her dear friend Cassie Wolfe and make a complete example out of her.
“I'm not fucking afraid.“ she muttered to herself.
It was that word that she took personally. AFRAID. It was that word that ate at her. She was the Bombshell roulette champion, the current longest reigning champion in the company. Who did she have to be afraid of?
Certainly not Harper Mason, definitely not Kate Steele, and especially not Cassie Wolfe.
She looked at her own reflection in the newly restored pond still hidden somewhat among the dead brambles. She wasn't a queen anymore and she had learned to accept that but now she had to figure out who she really wanted to become was it a goddess as she originally thought or was that too easy, too obvious?
Did it really matter? Because her true identity was the Bombshell Roulette Champion, her true identity was just Victoria Lyons. The scourge of the Bombshell Roulette Division. The one they still refused to show any respect to.
Afraid. What a childish remark. But she should have expected no less from a child like Harper Mason a child she wanted to help grow, but now was being forced to destroy, and the first step in that ways to destroy her mental state and in order to do that she needed to make an example out of one person.
Cassie Wolfe.
She smiled back at her own reflection. Everything was going to play out fine. She would make an example out of Cassie Wolfe and just like last year she would enter and leave the Princess Cruise as a champion.
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She had found Vincent lingering around the outside of the greenhouse, and she had let him be but now was the time to be his one minute older, bit still older sister and make sure he truly was ready for Jayden Harris.
“Hey Vin.” she said upon her approach “You get enough air?”
“Oh hey Vic.” he said turning to her. “Yeah I'm fine.”
“You sure about that?” she said with an intrigued look “You left kind of hastily.”
“I just don't know if I can take another loss to Jayden.” said Vincent "I need to win at Summer XXXtreme. I made it our match, our family specialty, if I lose this time does it mean Jayden Harris is right?”
“Don't you even talk like that.” said Victoria, “Remember you're already winning the bigger game against Jayden and he doesn't even realize it. You are in his head just the thought of you drives him crazy and that is your true victory.”
“He covered us in shit.” Vincent reminded her
Victoria went quiet for a moment and there was a slight quiver of her lip and fury in her eyes before a heavy calming exhale.
“He did.” she nodded “But he did that because he had to. He has nothing left, so he had to become Johnny Knoxville because all Jayden Harris is is a jackass.”
“Still would be nice to have my name etched as the victor.” said Vincent.
“You can't let those losses get to you little brother.” Victoria said, "Look at me I'm not on my best run either. You'll get to deal with Jayden on the cruise ship right now but you need to do is focus on Felix Hernandez. Take it as a warm up before Jayden, so when the time comes you can pull the trigger and put Jayden out for good.”
Vincent let out a calming exhale of his own.
“Yeah, you're right Vic.” said Vincent "I'll figure out what to do about Jayden on the cruise ship, but first maybe I can shake a little of whatever this is off and make Felix Hernandez my personal toy that I will abuse and humiliate.”
“And I'll do the same to Cassie Wolfe” said Victoria “Before I end Harper Mason on the cruise ship.”
“While we're on the subject of the cruise ship…” said Vincent “Eddie is getting married on the ship you planning on attending?”
“Please.” said Victoria “He clearly doesn't want us there, so why would we go.?”
“I mean he sent out an invite to the entire roster.” said Vincent.
“Yes I saw that.” said Victoria “But we are his family. We should have got a personal invitation and we didn't, which means we're not wanted.”
“We could crash it.” grinned Vincent.
“No.” said Victoria “It's no concern of ours. We need to focus on our matches, trying to crash Eddie's wedding would only be a distraction for us.”
“Yeah.” said Vincent “I get it and I don't want any distractions, because I don't plan on taking the loss this time. This is going to be the match that matters between Jayden and myself, this is the one I need to win and it's the one I will win Vic. I will win. I will.”
“I know you will.” Victoria replied “Come on let's go back up to the house, mom said she was going to make her chocolate chip cookies.”
That brightened up her brother's eyes and she knew it would ever since they were kids their mother's homemade chocolate chip cookies had been a favorite of theirs even into adulthood it just made them feel like they drifted back into childhood.
As they approach the main house the house they lived in as kids they could smell the aroma of the cookies wafting into the outside air in a sense of comfort came over them. A sort of warmth. As callous has both of them could be, even for them there truly was no place like home.
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“Theres my sweet little angels.” Ms Lyons said as the twins entered the kitchen. “I knew you two would turn up for cookies sooner or later some things never change.”
“Thanks!.” they both said in unison with smiles, each giving their mother a hug in turn.
Vincent as usual was the first to grab a cookie off the tray.
“Oh you put extra chocolate chips in them this time!” said Vincent “You're the best mom ever.”
“Well you're still my sweet little boy.” she smiled back at him.
Victoria watched as Vincent bit into his cookie and she could see in his eyes as he began being transported somewhere else and she knew that feeling as well as he did.
“Thanks again mother.” she said with a smile at her mom.
“Of course.” Ms Lyons replied “You're my perfect little daughter after all.”
“Always.” Victoria replied with a smile has she been into her own cookie and then she had that feeling and it brought her back to a different time in her childhood.
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“How's the cookie sweetheart?” Vincent Sr. asked his young daughter.
“It's great.” the young Victoria replied back looking at her father “Mother always makes them so delicious.”
“I know she does.” replied Vincent Sr. “So you and your brother start Sixth Grade next month, Middle School, and I hear you've made the leadership team.”
“Yes. They said since I did really good in elementary school.” said Victoria “I'm someone they want to set an example for the rest of the kids. I'm supposed to start off with hall monitor duties.”
“Well I always knew you had it in you sweetheart.” her father said “I always knew you were a leader. Not just any leader, a good strong leader. I see how you helping your brother when he's a bit off track, as us Lyons men tend to get.”
“Yeah, Vin can be a bit of a doofus sometimes.” Young Victoria said with a grin.
“And you're the first female Lyons in a few generations.” her father said “My father had two brothers, and his father before him had a brother, and their father was a single child. Beyond that we are unsure but there have not been any females to carry the Lyons name and bloodline in some time, until you and that makes you a head lioness. There will come a time when I'm not here anymore, and you're going to need to be the leader of the family.”
“What about Vincent?” she asked her father.
“Vincent will carry my name.” her father said “But you need to be there with him, to help lead and guide him. Remember you are stronger together, and your bond must never be broken.”
“I understand.” she nodded.
“Don't worry you're going to be great.” her father said to her “Your school's leadership team is lucky to have you.”
“I will perform my duties as Hall Monitor dutifully.” she said “I will make sure to keep order in my hallways.”
“That's what I'm afraid of.” her father said with a grin, “Anyway come on let's go get some more cookies before your brother eats them all.”
She smiled back at her father and followed him back to the kitchen where more cookies awaited.
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Suddenly there she was back in her kitchen, just her Vincent and their mother, her cookie now nothing but crumbles on the plate below her. She looked across to her brother as he finished up his, and their gaze met.
She was the leader and there was still some guidance for Vincent, his attention was laser focused on Jayden Harris and it was up to her to make sure she led him to victory because if he failed it was because she failed to lead him properly.
But she would always stand by him because their bond would never be broken and they were stronger together.
“I will lead you.” she muttered quietly to herself, her gaze still on her brother.
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The cameras find Victoria alone among the dead weeds and brambles of the old Lyon's greenhouse. She sits with the Bombshell Roulette Championship on her shoulder, casually among the dead orchids and roses with an unreadable look on her face as she keeps her gaze on the camera.
“You know all this started because of you Cassie.” said Victoria. “It all started because you chose to come into SCW, and pull your supposed friend Harper Mason back from her true potential. You are the cause of all of this.”
She furrows her brow and there's a quiver in her lip.
“What is your team supposed to accomplish anyway?” said Victoria “There are no Bombshell Tag Team titles. So is there really a point to Young Justice?”
She shakes her head no as if answering her own question.
“The answer is no.” she said “So all you're doing is putting your friend in a tag team that doesn't even matter. You took all the opportunities that could have been hers and what did you do with them? You squandered them all. Blast from the Past. Queen For a Day. Championship opportunities. All of it.”
She stands and begins moving along the paths of the greenhouse the decayed flowers decorated on both sides.
“And look at you now Cassie.” she snarled “Seeking another opportunity, another chance to take something away from Harper. You're going to use this as your opportunity to worm your way into her championship opportunity in hopes that you become a champion instead of her."
She shakes her head in disgust.
“But that's not how this story plays out Cassie.” said Victoria “Because this isn't your hero arc. It's Harper's. Harper Mason is the one trying to play hero and now she's about to get to the chapter where the hero's best friend gets destroyed, sending the hero into a downward mental spiral. That is your role in this story Cassie, you are going to the sacrifice so Harper Mason can see the true price of her heroism.”
She finds one of the larger boulders and sits on it, exhaling softly before continuing.
“This is everything you deserve Cassie.” said Victoria “It's a shame I couldn't convince Harper to see her true potential. It's a shame she wants to remain on this heroes arc instead of embracing and learning from a true leader that only wanted to guide her. But I suppose you can't win them all. Some people are just beyond helping and don't understand what a good leader is.”
She pauses for a short moment.
“But as a leader I need to do what I need to do.” said Victoria “And I refuse to let you do this to Harper Mason again and again and again. Taking you out is not going to only be beneficial for her but it's to teach you a lesson as well. You don't deserve a shot at my championship and you won't be getting one. All you're going to get is pain and suffering, the pain and suffering that you've brought upon yourself. The pain and suffering Harper Mason has forced me to give to you.”
That ever cocky grin appears on her face again.
“I am the truth.” said Victoria “And I'm going tired of the disrespect being thrown my way. I'm tired of people still doubting me, still saying I'm not enough when I've held my Bombshell Roulette Championship for the past year and stood up to any and all challenges put in front of me and Harper wants to call me afraid?”
Victoria laughs.
“You know Alexandra Calaway once thought I was afraid of her.” said Victoria “And she came to realize that I was anything but afraid. I put her in her place just like I have everybody that's tried to take my championship, and the funny thing is Cassie and I can't believe I'm going to say this but Alexandra Calaway is more woman than you and Harper Mason combined.”
She scoffs slightly at her own comment.
“I only speak the truth.” said Victoria “And she is the one who successfully lived up to her own Queenslayer moniker. She successfully burned my throne and she managed to seize my crown. She warned me that she was going to end my reign as queen and she did. She didn't even have to lay a finger on me to seize my crown and that's commendable. But afraid? I was never afraid of her and I'm certainly not afraid of the two of you.”
She pauses for a quick beat.
“I do wonder what Harper Mason would do though if you did make it into our match.” said Victoria “We know Kate Steele is already trying to worm her own way in as well, so what happens if I get stuck in another multi women match? I can tell you I will pay whoever I have to to win and retain my championship because I’m a winner and that’s how winning is done, but your friend Harper Mason she has to win by pinning one person. Me.”
Victoria grins.
“By Harper's own words.” said Victoria “She has to pin me or she'll be a coward. If this becomes a multi-woman match and she wins by pinning somebody that's not me, somebody that's not the champion, than by her own words that would make her a coward, and that would make her afraid of me, and it would make her a weak champion.”
She pauses letting her words linger.
“But that's going to be Harper Mason's burden to bear.” she said, “Just as what's going to happen to you will be her burden to bear Cassie. It's time for her to learn what her heroism gets her, and it's time for you to learn how to be a better more supportive friend and tag team partner.”
She rises to her feet her championship still displayed proudly on her shoulder.
“You all can say what you want.” she said “But I am the champion of the Bombshell Roulette Division, and if that bothers you too bad. I'm not hiding from anybody and I'm not going to just roll over and just give up my championship. I don't care about people saying it's the Paperweight Championship or I'm not as much of a champion as Kayla Richards."
There's a disgusted look on her face.
“I made this championship great.” said Victoria “I made the championship mean something, more than it has in sometime. But yet I still have doubters I still hear whispers that I'm just a champion of a weak division. If that's the case then maybe they should find me better competition because if I'm going to lose my championship, somebody's going to damn well earn it I haven't kept it this long to just roll over and die. If that means I'm Champion for another year then so be it that's exactly what I'll do. Harper thinks I'm afraid of her but I'll show her and I'll show you Cassie how unafraid I really am.”
She takes another short pause.
“I am Victoria Lyons.” she said sternly “And I am your Bombshell Roulette Champion. I'm not the champion by being afraid of anybody. I'm the Champion by setting up to every challenger before me and laying waste to them. After I'm done with you Cassie I'll move on to Harper and leave her in a wake of my destruction, and she will have nobody to blame but herself because she chose this. She chose to remain loyal and by your side and now it's time to face the consequences and pay the price of heroism.”
Keeping her posture confident and her expression just as she stays focused on the camera as it all fades to black.
Afraid.
That word would be Harper Mason's final mistake. Victoria's opponents could say a lot about her. She was callous, she was conniving, she was cruel, and she was quite frankly a bitch. But the one thing she had never been and nobody would ever dare call her again was afraid.
It was time to break Harper Mason both mentally and physically. And it would start by destroying her best friend and partner in Cassie Wolfe, before Victoria was to lead her own execution of Harper Mason at summer XXXtreme.
And if that pesky little cockroach Kate Steele wanted to get involved then she could get it too.
She didn't agree with her cousin Eddie often but he was right about something he said leading into his match last week.
After Summer XXXtreme the only name that matters will be Lyons.[/i]
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The old Lyons Greenhouse was cleaner than it had been in years, the pathways were swept, the broken glass panes replaced, the only thing that was left as they found it, was the decay of the dead flowers and weeds which Victoria had chosen to keep.
Somehow the decaying dead orchids and wilted roses seemed beautiful to her, it was something that once sprouted with life like she had when she was Queen but now like her was, left something more decayed and broken.
But broken things could still be beautiful, and this place was beautiful to her. This was her new comfort area, her new throne room, this was her place.
“Look at it Vincent.” she said motioning around the greenhouse, “Look at what we've done with the place. We've restored it. It looks even better than it did when we were kids.”
“Yeah it's great.” Vincent said no emotion in his voice.
Victoria looked at him curiously.
“Everything okay over there little brother.” she asked.
“Yes I'm fine.” Vincent exhaled shaking his head “Sorry, just this whole Jayden situation I need to handle it, and I will. I just I need some air.”
Without further word Vincent took an exit from the greenhouse and Victoria let him go. Despite all accusations against them, she did not control him. He chose Jayden as a target on his own and she knew Vincent would finish Jayden on his own.
She had her own problems anyway. The whole Harper Mason situation had grown incredibly out of hand, and now Kate Steele was buzzing around being honestly more annoying than Harper Mason was.
But without even realizing it the powers that be had actually given her a gift. A gift in the form of Cassie Wolfe. The teammate and close friend of Harper Mason. Now she had the chance and opportunity to send a powerful message to Harper Mason before their War upon the Princess Cruise. She would take her dear friend Cassie Wolfe and make a complete example out of her.
“I'm not fucking afraid.“ she muttered to herself.
It was that word that she took personally. AFRAID. It was that word that ate at her. She was the Bombshell roulette champion, the current longest reigning champion in the company. Who did she have to be afraid of?
Certainly not Harper Mason, definitely not Kate Steele, and especially not Cassie Wolfe.
She looked at her own reflection in the newly restored pond still hidden somewhat among the dead brambles. She wasn't a queen anymore and she had learned to accept that but now she had to figure out who she really wanted to become was it a goddess as she originally thought or was that too easy, too obvious?
Did it really matter? Because her true identity was the Bombshell Roulette Champion, her true identity was just Victoria Lyons. The scourge of the Bombshell Roulette Division. The one they still refused to show any respect to.
Afraid. What a childish remark. But she should have expected no less from a child like Harper Mason a child she wanted to help grow, but now was being forced to destroy, and the first step in that ways to destroy her mental state and in order to do that she needed to make an example out of one person.
Cassie Wolfe.
She smiled back at her own reflection. Everything was going to play out fine. She would make an example out of Cassie Wolfe and just like last year she would enter and leave the Princess Cruise as a champion.
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She had found Vincent lingering around the outside of the greenhouse, and she had let him be but now was the time to be his one minute older, bit still older sister and make sure he truly was ready for Jayden Harris.
“Hey Vin.” she said upon her approach “You get enough air?”
“Oh hey Vic.” he said turning to her. “Yeah I'm fine.”
“You sure about that?” she said with an intrigued look “You left kind of hastily.”
“I just don't know if I can take another loss to Jayden.” said Vincent "I need to win at Summer XXXtreme. I made it our match, our family specialty, if I lose this time does it mean Jayden Harris is right?”
“Don't you even talk like that.” said Victoria, “Remember you're already winning the bigger game against Jayden and he doesn't even realize it. You are in his head just the thought of you drives him crazy and that is your true victory.”
“He covered us in shit.” Vincent reminded her
Victoria went quiet for a moment and there was a slight quiver of her lip and fury in her eyes before a heavy calming exhale.
“He did.” she nodded “But he did that because he had to. He has nothing left, so he had to become Johnny Knoxville because all Jayden Harris is is a jackass.”
“Still would be nice to have my name etched as the victor.” said Vincent.
“You can't let those losses get to you little brother.” Victoria said, "Look at me I'm not on my best run either. You'll get to deal with Jayden on the cruise ship right now but you need to do is focus on Felix Hernandez. Take it as a warm up before Jayden, so when the time comes you can pull the trigger and put Jayden out for good.”
Vincent let out a calming exhale of his own.
“Yeah, you're right Vic.” said Vincent "I'll figure out what to do about Jayden on the cruise ship, but first maybe I can shake a little of whatever this is off and make Felix Hernandez my personal toy that I will abuse and humiliate.”
“And I'll do the same to Cassie Wolfe” said Victoria “Before I end Harper Mason on the cruise ship.”
“While we're on the subject of the cruise ship…” said Vincent “Eddie is getting married on the ship you planning on attending?”
“Please.” said Victoria “He clearly doesn't want us there, so why would we go.?”
“I mean he sent out an invite to the entire roster.” said Vincent.
“Yes I saw that.” said Victoria “But we are his family. We should have got a personal invitation and we didn't, which means we're not wanted.”
“We could crash it.” grinned Vincent.
“No.” said Victoria “It's no concern of ours. We need to focus on our matches, trying to crash Eddie's wedding would only be a distraction for us.”
“Yeah.” said Vincent “I get it and I don't want any distractions, because I don't plan on taking the loss this time. This is going to be the match that matters between Jayden and myself, this is the one I need to win and it's the one I will win Vic. I will win. I will.”
“I know you will.” Victoria replied “Come on let's go back up to the house, mom said she was going to make her chocolate chip cookies.”
That brightened up her brother's eyes and she knew it would ever since they were kids their mother's homemade chocolate chip cookies had been a favorite of theirs even into adulthood it just made them feel like they drifted back into childhood.
As they approach the main house the house they lived in as kids they could smell the aroma of the cookies wafting into the outside air in a sense of comfort came over them. A sort of warmth. As callous has both of them could be, even for them there truly was no place like home.
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“Theres my sweet little angels.” Ms Lyons said as the twins entered the kitchen. “I knew you two would turn up for cookies sooner or later some things never change.”
“Thanks!.” they both said in unison with smiles, each giving their mother a hug in turn.
Vincent as usual was the first to grab a cookie off the tray.
“Oh you put extra chocolate chips in them this time!” said Vincent “You're the best mom ever.”
“Well you're still my sweet little boy.” she smiled back at him.
Victoria watched as Vincent bit into his cookie and she could see in his eyes as he began being transported somewhere else and she knew that feeling as well as he did.
“Thanks again mother.” she said with a smile at her mom.
“Of course.” Ms Lyons replied “You're my perfect little daughter after all.”
“Always.” Victoria replied with a smile has she been into her own cookie and then she had that feeling and it brought her back to a different time in her childhood.
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“How's the cookie sweetheart?” Vincent Sr. asked his young daughter.
“It's great.” the young Victoria replied back looking at her father “Mother always makes them so delicious.”
“I know she does.” replied Vincent Sr. “So you and your brother start Sixth Grade next month, Middle School, and I hear you've made the leadership team.”
“Yes. They said since I did really good in elementary school.” said Victoria “I'm someone they want to set an example for the rest of the kids. I'm supposed to start off with hall monitor duties.”
“Well I always knew you had it in you sweetheart.” her father said “I always knew you were a leader. Not just any leader, a good strong leader. I see how you helping your brother when he's a bit off track, as us Lyons men tend to get.”
“Yeah, Vin can be a bit of a doofus sometimes.” Young Victoria said with a grin.
“And you're the first female Lyons in a few generations.” her father said “My father had two brothers, and his father before him had a brother, and their father was a single child. Beyond that we are unsure but there have not been any females to carry the Lyons name and bloodline in some time, until you and that makes you a head lioness. There will come a time when I'm not here anymore, and you're going to need to be the leader of the family.”
“What about Vincent?” she asked her father.
“Vincent will carry my name.” her father said “But you need to be there with him, to help lead and guide him. Remember you are stronger together, and your bond must never be broken.”
“I understand.” she nodded.
“Don't worry you're going to be great.” her father said to her “Your school's leadership team is lucky to have you.”
“I will perform my duties as Hall Monitor dutifully.” she said “I will make sure to keep order in my hallways.”
“That's what I'm afraid of.” her father said with a grin, “Anyway come on let's go get some more cookies before your brother eats them all.”
She smiled back at her father and followed him back to the kitchen where more cookies awaited.
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Suddenly there she was back in her kitchen, just her Vincent and their mother, her cookie now nothing but crumbles on the plate below her. She looked across to her brother as he finished up his, and their gaze met.
She was the leader and there was still some guidance for Vincent, his attention was laser focused on Jayden Harris and it was up to her to make sure she led him to victory because if he failed it was because she failed to lead him properly.
But she would always stand by him because their bond would never be broken and they were stronger together.
“I will lead you.” she muttered quietly to herself, her gaze still on her brother.
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The cameras find Victoria alone among the dead weeds and brambles of the old Lyon's greenhouse. She sits with the Bombshell Roulette Championship on her shoulder, casually among the dead orchids and roses with an unreadable look on her face as she keeps her gaze on the camera.
“You know all this started because of you Cassie.” said Victoria. “It all started because you chose to come into SCW, and pull your supposed friend Harper Mason back from her true potential. You are the cause of all of this.”
She furrows her brow and there's a quiver in her lip.
“What is your team supposed to accomplish anyway?” said Victoria “There are no Bombshell Tag Team titles. So is there really a point to Young Justice?”
She shakes her head no as if answering her own question.
“The answer is no.” she said “So all you're doing is putting your friend in a tag team that doesn't even matter. You took all the opportunities that could have been hers and what did you do with them? You squandered them all. Blast from the Past. Queen For a Day. Championship opportunities. All of it.”
She stands and begins moving along the paths of the greenhouse the decayed flowers decorated on both sides.
“And look at you now Cassie.” she snarled “Seeking another opportunity, another chance to take something away from Harper. You're going to use this as your opportunity to worm your way into her championship opportunity in hopes that you become a champion instead of her."
She shakes her head in disgust.
“But that's not how this story plays out Cassie.” said Victoria “Because this isn't your hero arc. It's Harper's. Harper Mason is the one trying to play hero and now she's about to get to the chapter where the hero's best friend gets destroyed, sending the hero into a downward mental spiral. That is your role in this story Cassie, you are going to the sacrifice so Harper Mason can see the true price of her heroism.”
She finds one of the larger boulders and sits on it, exhaling softly before continuing.
“This is everything you deserve Cassie.” said Victoria “It's a shame I couldn't convince Harper to see her true potential. It's a shame she wants to remain on this heroes arc instead of embracing and learning from a true leader that only wanted to guide her. But I suppose you can't win them all. Some people are just beyond helping and don't understand what a good leader is.”
She pauses for a short moment.
“But as a leader I need to do what I need to do.” said Victoria “And I refuse to let you do this to Harper Mason again and again and again. Taking you out is not going to only be beneficial for her but it's to teach you a lesson as well. You don't deserve a shot at my championship and you won't be getting one. All you're going to get is pain and suffering, the pain and suffering that you've brought upon yourself. The pain and suffering Harper Mason has forced me to give to you.”
That ever cocky grin appears on her face again.
“I am the truth.” said Victoria “And I'm going tired of the disrespect being thrown my way. I'm tired of people still doubting me, still saying I'm not enough when I've held my Bombshell Roulette Championship for the past year and stood up to any and all challenges put in front of me and Harper wants to call me afraid?”
Victoria laughs.
“You know Alexandra Calaway once thought I was afraid of her.” said Victoria “And she came to realize that I was anything but afraid. I put her in her place just like I have everybody that's tried to take my championship, and the funny thing is Cassie and I can't believe I'm going to say this but Alexandra Calaway is more woman than you and Harper Mason combined.”
She scoffs slightly at her own comment.
“I only speak the truth.” said Victoria “And she is the one who successfully lived up to her own Queenslayer moniker. She successfully burned my throne and she managed to seize my crown. She warned me that she was going to end my reign as queen and she did. She didn't even have to lay a finger on me to seize my crown and that's commendable. But afraid? I was never afraid of her and I'm certainly not afraid of the two of you.”
She pauses for a quick beat.
“I do wonder what Harper Mason would do though if you did make it into our match.” said Victoria “We know Kate Steele is already trying to worm her own way in as well, so what happens if I get stuck in another multi women match? I can tell you I will pay whoever I have to to win and retain my championship because I’m a winner and that’s how winning is done, but your friend Harper Mason she has to win by pinning one person. Me.”
Victoria grins.
“By Harper's own words.” said Victoria “She has to pin me or she'll be a coward. If this becomes a multi-woman match and she wins by pinning somebody that's not me, somebody that's not the champion, than by her own words that would make her a coward, and that would make her afraid of me, and it would make her a weak champion.”
She pauses letting her words linger.
“But that's going to be Harper Mason's burden to bear.” she said, “Just as what's going to happen to you will be her burden to bear Cassie. It's time for her to learn what her heroism gets her, and it's time for you to learn how to be a better more supportive friend and tag team partner.”
She rises to her feet her championship still displayed proudly on her shoulder.
“You all can say what you want.” she said “But I am the champion of the Bombshell Roulette Division, and if that bothers you too bad. I'm not hiding from anybody and I'm not going to just roll over and just give up my championship. I don't care about people saying it's the Paperweight Championship or I'm not as much of a champion as Kayla Richards."
There's a disgusted look on her face.
“I made this championship great.” said Victoria “I made the championship mean something, more than it has in sometime. But yet I still have doubters I still hear whispers that I'm just a champion of a weak division. If that's the case then maybe they should find me better competition because if I'm going to lose my championship, somebody's going to damn well earn it I haven't kept it this long to just roll over and die. If that means I'm Champion for another year then so be it that's exactly what I'll do. Harper thinks I'm afraid of her but I'll show her and I'll show you Cassie how unafraid I really am.”
She takes another short pause.
“I am Victoria Lyons.” she said sternly “And I am your Bombshell Roulette Champion. I'm not the champion by being afraid of anybody. I'm the Champion by setting up to every challenger before me and laying waste to them. After I'm done with you Cassie I'll move on to Harper and leave her in a wake of my destruction, and she will have nobody to blame but herself because she chose this. She chose to remain loyal and by your side and now it's time to face the consequences and pay the price of heroism.”
Keeping her posture confident and her expression just as she stays focused on the camera as it all fades to black.